Nothing

One, two, three, four Ah, that wasn't good enough I hate social media, but don't delete it off my phone I'll cry, and say "I need a break" Then get bored and go back in one day And I hate this fucking industry But I won't go back to college 'Cause it doesn't feed my narrative That I'm a victim to my problems Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now? I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll keep going on first dates With a bunch of people that I'll hate Complain about having no friends But be the first one to cancel plans I don't think I asked for your advice No wait, actually I did (I did) But doing the easy thing's too hard I need it chaotic Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now? I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out I have ninety-nine problems, but I'll make up every one of them If I want to be a stubborn bitch, that's my prerogative I feed my ego by not making any sense Didn't ask to be born insecure with a god complex I don't know the words, I don't know the words Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now? I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out Hope my self-awareness is endearing (ooh) And doesn't make me come across as shitty (shitty, ooh) But I can promise you one thing (ooh) I'm working on myself by doing nothing (ooh)