God is an Algorithm and I'm Fighting for Attention with a Million Strangers on the Internet

Overwhelmed with existential dread I'm playing worst-case scenarios in my head But it's okay, I feel okay Haven't grown a day since I turned 18 Sorta gave up on all I wanted to achieve But it's okay, I feel okay I'm pushing my luck again and I'm pushing my luck again (hey) Every time I claw my way out I fall right back I fall right back I'm pushing my luck again and I'm pushing my luck again and I'm pushing my luck again and I'm pushing my luck again