Bored To Death

I’m a bored American

Cut loose on Ritalin

Jacked up on the internet

Not as I hot as I intended

Unaware I’m kinda cringe

Same cut as all my friends

But I think that I’m different

In my ignorance

Oh My God

I’m Bored To Death

But count me in

I love a trend

I talk talk talk

What's in my head?

If something’s left

It’s nothing good

I’m Bored To Death

I'm a dumb American

Pumped up on claws and zyns

My two years of violin

Not the flex that I Imagined

My scary serotonin

Gets bigger by the moment

That’s where we all agree

We’re losing steam

Oh My God

I’m Bored To Death

But count me in

I love a trend

I talk talk talk

What's in my head?

If something’s left

It’s nothing good

I’m Bored To Death

I’m Bored To Death

I’m Bored To Death

Got nothing left

I’m Bored To Death

(OH MY GOD!)

I’m Bored To Death

I’m Bored To Death