Stole a pill from your dads' room

Hundred dollar bill, girlfriends' perfume

Can't breathe the way you used to

New name debuted

You're a little bit fucked

It's all a little bit

High expectations and easy to quit

Turns out we're a little bit

Little more than little disappointments

They call us the losers, oh we know it

Original composers, they won't get it

Words are spilled

We think nothing's real

It's all a dream like paranoid until

No one's there

Careless on the couch

I'll try and figure it out

You say it doesn't matter

And I matter more

You ask me "are you sure?

Past this wall's the front door

So can you figure it out

You're a little bit fucked"

It's all a little bit

High expectations and easy to quit

Turns out we're a little bit

Little more than little disappointments

They call us the losers, oh we know it

Original composers, they won't get it

Words are spilled

We think nothing's real

It's all a dream like paranoid until

No one's there

No one's there

No one