F5, F5, I hit that key all the time
I'm wasting my life but, hey, that's just fine
And it seems with each upcoming night
I grow more and more hateful of the sunlight
I'm scared at the thought of going outside
And I'm the last person who can tell you why
I suck at hellos and I suck at goodbyes
And I'm consistently trying my hardest just to get by
I care that I don't care about everything
When I sit alone in my room doing absolutely nothing
And I shouldn't let it get to me
But I have nothing else to do
Besides just sit around and sing
