See You In The Future

Ooh, you

Ooh, you

If I got everything I want on album 3

And I grew up and became who I want to be

Why am I lying when I say I feel content?

I don't wanna say too much

But what's a meltdown between friends?

Woah (fuck it)

Maybe I could use a couple yes-men

My self-esteem could use some obsession

Some ups in my direction

Chicka-chicka-from at least one di-one direction

(Not zayn though, harry though, what's up)

Fuck it

I don't even care, though

A broken escalator's still stairs, though

I got a little taller since the first show

Maybe if I look real close, I'll see you in the-

Ooh, ohh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ohh, you can find me in the rumours, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you could see the things

That I see when I sleep

Then you'd be paranoid like me

Ooh, ohh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a ray of sunshine, look at me

Everywhere I go, I'm poisoning (yeah)

Everyone whose eyes look up to me

And while I'm alone (um)

I could fill a fucking university with all the things

That keep me company when all I want is sleep

Cause demons drive their limo

Straight up to my window

Like they're motherfucking postmates and late

God damn, hot damn

Bill gates, hey

Let me talk to elon musk, man

Where the fuck is my flying truck, bitch?

Put down a hundred bucks

Shit never showed up, what's up? That's fucked

Like how if everything could go away

I never had it anyway

If I'm the guy from castaway, that makes you wilson, hate to say

And everything I know is gonna kill me in the end

But we'll get there when we get there

When we get there when we get there when we-

Oh, yeah, we did it this time

We really did it

Take a second, gonna breathe

You and me

Otto, Geoff, you guys are doing great

We're gonna do this one more time

Okay

Fuck everyone and everything

And every single magazine

That made me think I'm not enough

It's really fucking crippling

The way I'm michael scott-o sebringing it

I'm geoff and I'm otto nose-ringing it

I am not about the he said, she said bullshit

Dudes with beards online like to say shit

Tweeting middle fingers up from their day shift

But I was just like them, just hating

I gave up everything, something to nothing

This song is the recipe, curses, my blessings

I haven't seen family, hoping they're proud of me

Missing on holidays, give people more

But then there's nothing left of me

Ooh, ohh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ohh, you can find me in the rumours, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you could see the things

That I see when I sleep

Then you'd be paranoid like me

Ooh, ohh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah