Lyrics
My care died of an overdose
The trouble’s stacking at my doorstep
Yes I saw your 17 missed calls
I was just too tired to reach for my phone
I’m leaving all my lovers on read
Cause there ain’t no lovers left
Seems like my anxiety is out of breath
Or she’s smoking too much cigarettes
I let the world do its thing
While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing
So I can do my thing
Tyrants become presidents
I’m coping by ghosting my friends
Being human is the latest fashion trend
And I’m a fake designer brand
I let the world do its thing
While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing
So I can do my thing
No one’s got a clue of shit
So why should I pretend that I do
Know about the thing that this world’s
working on while I’m doing my thing
So petty world go do your thing
I will do mine
I let the world do its thing
While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing
So I can do my thing
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