buying a sandwich

One, two, three I'm unwanted, I'm uncool I'm outdated, I'm old news I'm medicated, I'm not fine I'm in a fucked up race against time I'm not funny, I'm not shit A big fake and everybody knows it There's not a crystal in the world that could heal my soul That could make me whole again But at least I'm buying a sandwich From an overpriced deli on the East Side At least I'm high, microdosing So I feel like I'm floating in the meantime My thoughts hate me, they get dark I gotta stay away from anything sharp I'm not kidding, but I laugh At myself just to help the time pass My friends don't call anymore I think we're all better off being bored Then, at a table, with cheap wine Our failed goals and receding hairlines But at least, I'm online shopping For a candle to calm me that I don't really need At least I'm high, microdosing So I feel like I'm floating, I'm almost free Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm, ooh Mm