I just watched the news for fifteen minutes and goddamn am I depressed And I keep fighting who we are, we've been, we've become I can't take it A sinatra song, and I'm bleeding nostalgia again And my role says I should sit up and take it But something tells me i should do my best to fight it Oh fuck. And i just spent an hour on the 55 Cause shelby fucking jacobson was on my mind Try to convince her I'm a simple and happy guy But i just came off as the nervous and neurotic type Somethings wrong my dear, when I don't know if I'll stand here in one year And i keep having all these thoughts of nihilism and how truth is only relevant, now i can barely brush my fucking teeth And I'm from southern california where we say words like gay And i don't mean to offend its just the way i was raised. Because i'm always being hunted, taking stabs for who i am And i would say i don't care but I'm losing my friends And being force fed what to believe in like politics and horoscopes and cliche definitions of succes They're telling me my times up, a big choice The four year old in side of me just wants to go out and play And through all this bullshit i just wish that someone would say Come a little closer we've got otterpops in the icebox, we've got milk and cookies by the tv to make you feel alright.