Wrinkled Lyrics

Shoot the shit with my friend Jay

He's in New York but sounds okay

Quit the vape and gained some weight

But healthy

Another sesh with my shrink Matt

Overwhelmed but right on track

Talkin' smack how love is whack

But lovely

Friends help me understand

What makes this troubled man?

Comb my hair press my clothes

But my soul is wrinkled

Existential discontent

Shave my head to reinvent

Can a haircut change your mood

Or further prove that you're a tool?

Exercise so you think I'm hot

Supposed to say that's what it's not

I love to run it's really fun

Let's run 'til our lives are done

Help me understand

What makes this troubled man?

Comb my hair press my clothes

But my soul is wrinkled

So hug me tight and fill my cup

'Cause I'm empty as fuck

Comb my hair press my clothes

But my soul is wrinkled

My bad I'm so emo today

But by the end of this song I'll say

Everything will probably be okay!

Met a boy who's really nice

Makes me wanna roll the dice

Who knew joy that's been concealed can open up and start to heal?

I think I finally understand

I am an emotional man

Comb my hair and press my clothes

And life's still wrinkled

So through anything at all

I have friends to call

So comb your hair press your clothes

But let life be wrinkled