I'm a nihilist, a soldier, an OCD-machine
Or I'm a healthy baby boy who traded sunshine for disease
But when my head hit my cheap pillow, I could tell I had a heart
And I wanna tear this fascist Milky Way apart
Of course it hurt, of course it fuckin' hurt
It hurt like nothing in the world sometimes
That I was super scared, and we were all a train-wreck
And also somehow making it
I think I might've died there twice, and I would do it all again
But next week, I hope I'm somewhere laughing
For anybody asking, I promise I'll be fine
I've had some trauma, did things I didn't wanna
Was too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think it's time
