Every single step creeks in this housenThere’s nothing you can do to turn the volume downnNever wanted to see myself like thisnBacking down, I’m always running out of breathnI may not be Einstein, but I’m wondering whynI tried so hard to be your mommy in this messnWhen I’m sinking down to thisnDon’t get so worked upnIt’s only tomorrownnAnd there’s something kinda romanticnAbout a day this badnIt’s all become so cinematic nBecause the truth is just too sadnThe only way I know to live through itnIs to piss and moan and close my eyesnThe days are getting longernThe world is getting betternWe’re all just getting weirdernNo sense in pressing hardernDon’t get all spun outnIt’s only a future