Nothing

I hate social media

But don't delete it off my phone

I'll cry and say: I need a break

Then get bored and go back in one day

And I hate this fucking industry

But I won't go back to college

'Cause it doesn't feed my narrative

That I'm a victim to my problems

Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now?

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

I'll keep going on first dates

With a bunch of people that I'll hate

Complain about having no friends

But be the first one to cancel plans

I don't think I asked for your advice

No, wait, actually I did

But do it lazy things too hard, I need it chaotic

Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now?

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

I have 99 problems but I'll make up everyone of them

If I want to be a stubborn bitch, that's my prerogative

I feed my ego by not making any sense

Didn't ask to be born insecure with a God complex

Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now?

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground

I don't think I really wanna figure it out

Hope my self awareness is endearing

And doesn't make me come across as shitty

But I can promise you one thing

I'm working on myself by doing nothing