One, two, three
I'm unwanted, I'm uncool
I'm outdated, I'm old news
I'm medicated, I'm not fine
I'm in a fucked up race against time
I'm not funny, I'm not shit
A big fake and everybody knows it
There's not a crystal in the world
That could heal my soul
That could make me whole again
But at least, I'm buying a sandwich
From an overpriced deli on the east side
At least, I'm high, microdosing
So I feel like I'm floating in the meantime
My thoughts hate me, they get dark
I gotta stay away from anything sharp
I'm not kidding, but I laugh
At myself just to help the time pass
My friends don't call anymore
I think we're all better off being bored
Then, at a table, with cheap wine
Our failed goals and receding hairlines
But at least, I'm online shopping
For a candle to call me that I don't really need
At least, I'm high, microdosing
So I feel like I'm floating, I'm almost free
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hm-hm-hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hm-hm-hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hm-hm-hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hm-hm-hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh, ooh-oh-oh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
