Every single step creeks in this house   There’s nothing you can do to turn the volume down   Never wanted to see myself like this   Backing down, I’m always running out of breath   I may not be Einstein, but I’m wondering why   I tried so hard to be your mommy in this mess   When I’m sinking down to this   Don’t get so worked up   It’s only tomorrow      And there’s something kinda romantic   About a day this bad   It’s all become so cinematic    Because the truth is just too sad   The only way I know to live through it   Is to piss and moan and close my eyes   The days are getting longer   The world is getting better   We’re all just getting weirder   No sense in pressing harder   Don’t get all spun out   It’s only a future