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And I thought that I could have it It’d be easy Never happened Now it’s tragic On a mattress And they’re laughing about that Call it magic In a casket Couldn’t hack it Now the devil’s given me a crooked back Probably making Jesus mad That’s my bad Never getting it back Goes on and on and on I wonder if I were successful Would my friends call me more You know you’re not doing your best When eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I’m talking to God Another pathetic millennial Been slipping up Now we’re lying Letras de cancionesIn our pink bed Watching Pixar And the guy’s dead And I’m losing it to flashbacks on thе screen Missing Avril Need an Advil Empty headed Space cadеt’ed Watching stars move on the ceiling Feeling foolish trying to pray Oh my god No one’s hitting me back Goes on and on and on I wonder if I were successful Would my friends call me more You know you’re not doing your best When eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I’m talking to God Another pathetic millennial Been slipping up (Comb, lipgloss, phone, whatever Put it in a ziplock bag forever Bail, sleep, repeat, whatever Banking on the worst doesn’t make it any better) All I wanted Was to want it Never have it Now I’m slipping up my words Couldn’t hack it And they’re laughing about that I wonder if I were successful Would my friends call me more You know you’re not doing your best When eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I’m talking to God Another pathetic millennial Been slipping up From Letras Mania