Doing This Again!

i hope to be happy i hope to be calm i hope to be somewhat content every morning i wake up and i think to myself oh god, we're doing this again i hope i'll be resilient i hope to brave in the face of another family cancer my mother cites the rosary downstairs but lord, these blessed words fail me i just want to welcome all the broken people every morning i wake up and drink my silly little oat milk coffee and text my silly little texts and my phone's still on auto correct so i gotta backspace and take my caps out cause i'm too lazy to change the settings too hazy to hum myself to sleep oh my god, we're doing this again i hope to be neurotic go lucky young, upstart, and plucky the anatomically correct beating heart of the party and i could be your vena cava pumping small talk between your trauma while the red stains your new carpet every morning i wake up and drink my silly little oat milk coffee and type my silly little texts and my phone's still on auto correct so i gotta backspace and take all my caps out cause i'm too lazy to change the settings i'm too hazy to hum myself to sleep so i wake up and think to myself oh god, we're doing this again every sunrise, every street sign, every goodbye every moonbeam, every fever dream oh god, we're doing this again every sunrise, every street sign, every goodbye every moonbeam, every fever dream wouldn't you love to be happy? wouldn't you love to go outside for a change and i don't mean in body, i mean embody every morning i wake up and drink my silly little oat milk coffee and type my silly little texts and my phone's still on auto correct so i gotta backspace and take all my caps out cause i'm too lazy to change the settings i'm too hazy to hum myself to sleep so i wake up and think to myself oh god, we're doing this again