Get With It

What do you wanna do now? I just found out I
Have this urge to get in internet fights
A new progressive hobby that enriches my soul
And I know for sure is super healthy

But you don’t know
'Cause you don't know shit
You don’t know
Get with it

It’s safe to say we’re fading away
Just locked in infinite space
And nothing better to do with it
“The truth is that I’m right and you’re wrong”
Says everyone in room
I think I’m ready to die now

Is it just me or is everything on edge of being deeply depressing?
I can’t tell if we’re all feeling shitty or if I’m just close to thirty
Perspective stays in the same damn room

I sit
And wonder why
I’m still bored
When I literally just got high

A new sign
Of shouldered attempts
To figure out exactly what the fuck to do with my time

But you don’t know
'Cause you don’t know shit
You don’t know
Get with it