See You In In The Future

(Ooh, you)
(Ooh, you)

If I got everything I wanted on album 3
And I grew up and became who I want to be
Why am I lying when I say I feel content?
I don't wanna say too much
But what's a meltdown between friends?

Woah, fuck it
Maybe I could use a couple yes-men
My self-esteem could use some obsession
Some ups in my direction
Chicka-chicka-from at least One Di- One Direction
(Not Zayn though, Harry though, what's up)
Fuck it
I don't even care, though
A broken escalator's still stairs, though
I got a little taller since the first show
Maybe if you look real close, I'll see you in the-

Ooh, ooh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you could see the things
That I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Ooh, ooh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a ray of sunshine, look at me
Everywhere I go, I'm poisoning (yeah)
Everyone whose eyes look up to me
And while I'm alone

(Um)
I could fill a fucking university with all the things
That keep me company when all I want is sleep
'Cause demons drive their limo
Straight up to my window
Like they're motherfucking Postmates and late
God damn, hot damn
Bill Gates, hey
Let me talk to Elon Musk, man
Where the fuck is my flying truck, bitch?
Put down a hundred bucks
Shit never showed up, what's up? That's fucked
Like how if everything could go away
I never had it anyway
If I'm the guy from Castaway, that makes you Wilson, hate to say
And everything I know is gonna kill me in the end
But we'll get there when we get there when we get there when we get there when we-

(Oh, yeah, we did this time
We really did it
Take a second, gonna breathe
You and me
Otto, Geoff, you guys are doing great
We're gonna do this one more time
Okay)

Fuck everyone and everything
And every single magazine
That made me think I'm not enough
It's really fucking crippling
The way I'm Michael Scott-o Sebringing it
I'm Geoff and I'm Otto nose-ringing it
I am not about the "he said, she said" bullshit
Dudes with beards online like to say shit
Tweeting middle fingers up from their day shift
But I was just like them, just hating
I gave up everything, something to nothing
This song is the recipe, curses, my blessings
I haven't seen family, hoping they're proud of me
Missing the holidays, give people more
But then there's nothing left of me

Ooh, ooh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you could see the things
That I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Ooh, ooh, I'll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah