Point A

Why am I on tinder? Anticlimactic anti-sender On an antisocial bender That's it Is it in my head? Or is it what I did? Do you ever bet you're dead? I'm bound to place the highest bid I lie in my bed for half of every day I wish I didn't care what other people say I always feel so bad I don't know what it is I think I'm going mad You probably hope I don't have kids I'm moving way to slow I don't know what it is I'm thinking way to fast I'll probably never have kids Can you see From point A to Point B What is the road like between these Is this an elegant mystery? Or else? Do I have to get so mad? Violence boils underneath Is there sickness in my head? Or do I panic 'cause I'm week? I swish it in my mouth and then I spit it in the sink I'm getting sick of caring what other people think I always feel so bad I don't know what it is I think I'm going mad You probably hope I don't have kids I'm moving way to slow I don't know what it is I'm thinking way to fast I'll probably never have kids I'd better hold back and not add to surplus population Control my body but don't forget my mind's retaliation I guess that it's my final move I always feel so bad I don't know what it is I think I'm going mad You probably hope I don't have kids I'm moving way to slow I don't know what it is I'm thinking way to fast I'll probably never have kids