Do I exist if I don't exist on the internet?
How can I relax? The end is imminent
Twelve shots fired on a man that's innocent
Growing up ain't like how I pictured it
The guinea pig generation
For social media stimulation
I can't even hold conversation
We got ADHD and anxiety
If you get too high, come hang glide with me
Every day, the headline seems worse
We're going down, I just hope that we land feet first, uh
I can feel winter setting in after the fall
I'm not sure that anything matters at all
This the eulogy
For you and me
Might be my only opportunity, yeah
If you wake up and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along
To the eulogy
I contemplated suicide in that Days Inn
I can't promise I won't think it again
Little grandson just broke out of his play pen
If you want it all, why you halfway in?
Rest in peace to my positivity
All it's given me is false hope
I thought bitterly, shots hitting me
It's all fake
Made it to the lion's den and found out it's all snakes
Everybody want a hot take
Well, here's one, I hear that shit
I think about death, I don't fear that shit
I'm Cinderella right after the ball
I'm not sure that anything matters at all
This the eulogy
For you and me
Might be my only opportunity, yeah
If you wake up and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along
To the eulogy
For you and me
Might be my only opportunity, yeah
If you wake up and I'm gone, I just hope you sing along
To the eulogy
compositores: Jordan Benjamin - Boon Eason
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