Sorry Bro

Pop music's gotten so sad these last 10 years Those Swedish ghostwriters Are trying to say there's something wrong We dance to the hollow beat of 2:00 AM You, me look through the window Eagles drop trash on our neighborhood What's left to do at the end of history? Wander through off-white Target Or overdose on video games So bored we wish for the world to end You turn away from me I squint into the sun There's just some things I'm built for This world's not one Mmm mm mm Sorry bro, I have to go I'd love to hang But I don't know how I'm sorry, my dude Didn't mean to kill the vibe I guess I will get going I'll think less next time