Pineapple Soda

[Verse 1]
My shoes are fallin’ apart and they’ve got no sole no more
Talk about my lack of daring feats
Fits of depression and boredom meld together while I think about you and I freak out
Tweaking out my passion to go out on the weekends
As if all my passions weren’t already weakened
My floor’s more dirty, clothes than linoleum
You tell me get some rest, but sleep equals pandemonium
The room is spinning, and that's because
Well I’m on an office chair and I’m pretty bored
My mind is racing, can you guess why?
'Cause I didn’t know pineapple soda was a thing
It’s pretty good
You wanna try?

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I’m not alright
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I’m not alright
With people rushing, picket signs and it's a wonder you can find
The time to hate me when everyone already hates everybody else
And I’m not a moron, I got a clue
And I've also got this pineapple soda to share with-

[Verse 2]
I’ve worn the same shirt for the past three days
Of course you had to walk my way, today
Opened your doorway to serenade, I didn’t realize how strong you were
Until, endorphins and dopamine all at the same pace
When you looked me in the eye and slammed the door in my face
The world gets trippy when I don’t have you
So how 'bout a pineapple soda for two?
No?
Understandable
I kinda hate the universe a lot, but I dig you a little bit girl, no lie
And I won't be the only fucker hating on life
If you grow a pair and say goodbye

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I’m not alright
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I’m not alright
With people rushing, picket signs and it's a wonder you can find
The time to hate me when everyone already hates everybody else
And I’m not a moron, I got a clue
And I've also got this pineapple soda to share with

[Outro]
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Yeah, and the trumpets go, yeah
*rhythmic trumpet mouth noises*
Ah, fuck