I gotta get a job, but I hate the boss man Makes me want to slit my wrists and burn out Doing push-ups in the ocean Man, I hate my dreams Love the game plan I'm mildly dissatisfied with living in the backseat of a budget sedan And this sugar-free, sour heart candy And this zero-calorie, caffeinated aspartame It's killing me slowly, it's killing me slowly Kill me, slower I gotta get some sleep, but I love the blue light I'm window shopping for a personality, but nothing seems to fit right And there's this girl I know Maybe she's a cannibal Or maybe I'm a slightly overqualified emotional support animal And this tacit turn, circuit board sunburn The diminishing return Pillow talk and blanket statements It's killing me slowly, it's killing me slowly Kill me, slower It's killing me slowly, it's killing me slowly Kill me, slower