What if things get worse long before they get better
And you can’t reverse all the damage you’ve done
What if things go wrong and instead of homework you write a song because it’s way more fun
There is need to fret
Though you can bet it’ll get better
But probably not yet (or ever) so don’t hold your breath
Actually hold it as long as you need
‘Cause you locked your own cage and you’ll never be freed
And the only thing that is approaching with speed is your death
YOU’RE GONNA DIE
YOU’RE GONNA DIE
YOU’RE GONNA DIE
YOU’RE GONNA DIE