(Lyrics)

(Verse 1)

Woke up, another Tuesday

This AI says to write a song

Like some robot therapist thinks it knows what's wrong

Got a text from some loser on his Fisher Price phone

Wants to know if I'm busy

Yeah, busy being left alone

(Chorus)

Static on the TV

Static in my head

Rather play dead at a necrophilia convention instead

Another day, another dollar for the pills I'm gonna steal

At least the chemical burnout feels real

(Verse 2)

Jecka's passed out on the floor again

Mom's crying about Desperate Housewives

Found her Vicodin in the bathroom cabinet

Guess that's my big plan for the weekend

(Chorus)

Static on the TV

Static in my head

Rather play dead at a necrophilia convention instead

Another day, another dollar for the pills I'm gonna steal

At least the chemical burnout feels real

(Bridge)

They say it gets better

It's a statistical lie

Just a different shade of awful 'til the day you die

So save your happy endings

I've heard them all before

They sound like nails on a chalkboard outside my bedroom door

(Outro)

Whatever. End song.