Staring at the Ceiling

Everything Makes it easier for me to be So depressed (Yes!) Try to be impressed anyways Gilded age Right outside my window on a street Lights are on Faces blank with nothing to say Go away I'm fine Staring at the ceiling Like I always do It's alright I'm Sure that I'll Never figure it out Loneliest In a room with people that speak Self-esteem Never even talked to me Is it fair I'm the only that sees It's the same Everyday until we're ninety Go away I'm fine Staring at the ceiling Like I always do It's alright I'm Sure that I'll Never figure it out