Panic!

(Maybe we should all just–) I spend too much time on my phone I hate the world, I don't leave my home I don't know where all my taxes go Though everyone talks 'bout what they don't know I don't remember 2001, but I think the '90s sound overdone I'm tired of taking pills just to sleep And wondering who pays the waitress to eat And I can't make it feel any better No, I can't make it make any sense And I don't know how I can control it Without getting into my head And if I don't understand it Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic (Maybe we should all just–) I hate that I love Amazon Prime And I feel alone like all of the time Things that I want not are not what I need But they all feel good, but they don't fix me And I, can't make it feel any better No, I can't make it make any sense And I don't know how I can control it Without getting into my head And if I don't understand it Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic Do you want to do drugs? Drugs with me later? Drugs with me later? Drugs with me later? Do you want to do drugs, drugs with me later? Drugs with me later? Drugs with me later? (Do you want to do drugs, drugs with me later?) Can't make it feel any better No, I can't make it make any sense (drugs with me later?) And I don't know how I can control it (drugs with me later?) Without getting into my head (do you want to do drugs?) And if I don't understand it (drugs with me later?) Fuck it, I'm just gonna panic (Maybe we should all just–)