Epilogue

You ask what I'm doing this Sunday If I'd like to visit I laugh and say let me check my schedule But shit, what day is it? I slept half the weekend And dreamt about what I've been missin' And the rest I spent making this album When no one will listen I don't feel right In this world anymore I don't feel right In this world anymore I don't hear from people for months Then they send me a meme Text me all about their new problems Or troll my shit team I deleted all of my phone's apps And stare at the blank screen Turn it off and work on a six pack That will never been seen I don't feel right In this world anymore (I don't feel right in this world) I don't feel right In this world anymore (I don't feel right in this world) I march in the gay pride parade And I join Black Lives Matter They ask if I wanna get laid And they call me a cracker I met a nice girl with bright eyes Who made my heart jump But she said that she only likes guys Who voted for Trump (what the f*ck) I don't feel right In this world anymore (I don't feel right in this world) I don't feel right In this world anymore (I don't feel right in this world)