Camping in Alaska - why can’t i be snowing?

I listened to pump fake 3000 times And thought about my friends for generations Sitting home alone After a fucking shitty show Where no one showed up like they said they would And now we’re grown ups Fucking grown ups Where the bummed out swan song are wasted on closed ears And now we’re grown ups Fucking grown ups Where the bummed out swan songs are wasted on dead fears Fuck this Fuck everything No one even cares Oh how I wish that they would care I hope that I die So some people might Listen to the songs I write or wrote I hope that I die The best lines I ever wrote I’m not Worthy to Pronounce your Syllables Syllables Syllables Now we’re awaken staring at the ceiling I know it’s hard When you’re young and feel as if the world is closing in around you Now we’re awaken different buildings and on different sides of town You know I think about you but more than you think about me