Gotta get a job
But I hate the boss man
Makes me wanna slit my wrists
And burn out doing push-ups in the oceans

Man I hate my dreams
What's the game plan?
I'm mildly dissatisfied with living
In the backseat of my budget sedan

And it's sugar free
Sour heart candy
And there's zero calories
Caffeinated aspartame

It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
Kill me slower

Gotta get some sleep
But I love the blue lights
I'm window shopping for a personality
But nothing seems to fit right
And there's this girl I know
Maybe she's a cannibal
And maybe I'm a slightly overqualified emotional support animal

And this tacit turn
Circuit-board and sunburn
But the minute she returns
Pillow-talk and blanket statements

It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
It's killing me slowly
Kill me slower