Jump Scare

Engines ready Just turned twenty Carved my life with my own hands And that got messy That was fun, that was steady I was young, and now it's heavy Good for nothing Twenty-something Pull your feet up, be a husband Not just yet though, you're not ready Get a car, and get it runnin' Run the red light, take the sharp right Now you've crashed into the headline I'm Mr Fucking Overdrive And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there And next week is another fucking jump scare And I'm glad After I die, I won't be there to watch you lie Fuck it That's the bucket Full of shit you didn't do Thirty-somеthing is the beatdown car That runs on nightmare fuеl But you don't see that You're not sleeping Broke your pattern just this weekend Chunks of me in every bar Now I can't pull myself together Rather I'll just drag you down as soon as you start feeling better Does that mean that you can call me Mr Fucking Trendsetter? So sorry, I'm just not quite there And next week is another fucking jump scare And I'm glad After I die, I won't be there to watch you Catch depression It's a boomerang But it tells you it's a frisbee Rather tells you it's that short-term, no-ties, toxic solidarity Do you lie about your love affair? Swear you got it all in control Enough to be so self-aware To never need get diagnosed For twenty years The system's done investments And now you've passed the contract term And they're knocking for collection Done the brainwash, cleaned you up Now it's your watch it go get fucked Tell the kids that they should focus Life will hit like them like it's done for you And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there And next week is another fucking jump scare And I'm glad After I die, I won't be there to watch you lie And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there And next week is another fucking jump scare And I'm glad After I die, I won't be there to watch you lie