Nothing

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 I hate social media
 But don't delete it off my phone
 I'll cry and say, "I need a break"
 Then get bored and go back in one day
 And I hate this fucking industry
 But I won't go back to college
 'Cause it doesn't feed my narrative
 That I'm a victim to my problems
 Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 I'll keep going on first dates
 With a bunch of people that I'll hate
 Complain about having no friends
 But be the first one to cancel plans
 I don't think I asked for your advice
 No, wait actually I did
 But do it lazy things too hard, I need it chaotic
 Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 I have 99 problems, but I'll make up everyone of them
 If I want to be a stubborn bitch, that's my prerogative
 I feed my ego by not making any sense
 Didn't ask to be born insecure with a god complex
 Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground
 I don't think I really wanna figure it out
 Hope my self awareness is endearing
 And doesn't make me come across as shitty
 But I can promise you one thing
 I'm working on myself by doing nothing