I'm a lazy, entitled, petulant little monkey An STD-riddled, telephone junkie Test's reveal nothing, but states got my money now I live for badges and tragic notifications I tip my hat at the cheapest of imitation A show of hand, maybe damage my reputation in town So I don't get out Race around the house in a frenzied infatuation The lens of the living dead, the limits of imagination My dearest, my dedication, my mirror, my medication I dose with no hesitation Make way it's the generation of me Generation of me Generation of me I took a stab at my better-half Slept in the back of a Hearst I did it all for a photograph A good second verse or whatever works You had a show, now you're blowing up And I only wanted a shirt Don't ever count on me showing up Indifference, the curse of this universe Well I'd try to help, but I'd only make it worse Fact of the matter is we are growing up fast There's a chaos that we've built and the graduating class Keeps on breaking up with the future, mistaking it for the past But what if it doesn't take us back? Don't it freak you out? Don't it freak you out? Don't it freak you out? Don't it freak you out? Pace around the room in a tomb of my masturbation Allergic to confrontation, I text every conversation One nation under the thumb of behavior optimization Sedation, summer vacation Go gay for the generation of me Generation of me Generation of me