Getting comfy at the bottom 'Cause I've never been on top of anything Weaning myself off the bottle of cynicism and apathy Another existential crisis gonna One, two, three, four ♪ Getting sick of waking up at 3 P.M Oh, I haven't seen the sun since God knows when If this winter doesn't kill me then I will First step admitting there's a problem The next is To-do lists color-coded, drinking water, online applications Brushing my teeth, quitting smoking When the dread settles in Push it out again Don't let it win In the quiet hours of the night I can feel that something, something isn't right A chemical imbalance in my brain It ebbs and flows but it never goes away Getting comfy at the bottom and I am over it First step admitting there's a problem And the next step is To-do lists color-coded, drinking water, online applications Brushing my teeth, quitting smoking When the dread settles in Push it out again Don't let it win