The Kids Aren't Alright

I'm so fucking bitter
I can't stop scrolling through Twitter
And I'm losing my head
It's out from underneath my shoulders
And I'm looking in the mirror
My future isn't clearer
And I'm forgetting why I'm here
And always what I ever came for
And I, oh, I
Oh, I

No, I'm not winning yet
Because it's so hard to believe that I
Will ever get there someday
And I don't remember it
But it'll come to me or else I, or else I
I might give up on myself

The world is always ending
For some reason we're pretending
That an epidemic
It isn't real, isn't present
The stupidity will getcha
Your anxiety will kill ya
And a whole new generation's
Either numb or medicated
I, I, oh, I
Oh, I

I'm not winning yet
Because it's so hard to believe
That I will ever get there someday
And I don't remember it
But it'll come to me or else I, or else I
I might give up on myself

Is it the cramps
Or is my life
Always this bad?
I don't know if I'll ever
Make it to the other side
Where skies are blue
And I don't have to pay
To stay alive or
Worry about the things we do

I don't want your fake obsessions
I need something real to change
I don't want your fake obsessions
I need something real to change

I'm losing my mind
The world is ending all the time and I
Don't think that I can take it
I'm so bitter yet
I keep forgetting what I'm here for
Forget it
I might give up on myself
Give up on myself