02/24 Lyrics

Make small talk about the apocalypse

Doomscroll or stare into the abyss

Send another tweet

Cross something off my list

I don't really like my options

It's the twenty-something panic

You come to expect

Finding comfort in strangers on the internet

Making friends with little lines of text

Waiting for another world-shaking event

And the last one's not even over yet

Poor thing

Why me

Why do I gotta be

One of the so-called chosen ones

I scream

Lose sleep

Over every little thing

Still I gotta go and get it done

And if you're singing along and you relate

Well I'm sorry

Power on the TV

Replace real life with fantasy

Space out

Disconnect from reality

I don't really like what's happening

It's the twenty-something panic

You come to expect

Fighting for even a bit of respect

Waiting out a war

Sticking out your neck

Tryna find something to help you forget

That the last one's not even over yet

Poor thing

Why me

Why do I gotta be

One of the so-called chosen ones

I scream

Lose sleep

Over every little thing

Still I gotta go and get it done

And if you're singing along and you relate

Well I'm sorry

And I've been breaking my back

But I can't take back all the things I've said

And they've been on the attack

All of those bad thoughts in my head

They're saying we're not gonna make it

We're gonna break

Yeah and they might be right

But when I close my eyes tonight

Maybe it'll be alright

At least for a little while

Poor thing

Why me

Why do I gotta be

One of the so-called chosen ones

I scream

Lose sleep

Over every little thing

Still I gotta go and get it done

And if you're singing along and you relate

I can't promise everything will be okay

We're just gonna take it day by day

I promise that I'm with you either way

And I'm sorry