kinda sorta

Hit the floor drink some more
 Hope that you don't throw up
 Life's a bore do your chores
 I can't wait to grow up
 He's a whore, she's a whore
 Well, kinda sorta
 I don't know anymore
 It's what I'm falling short of
 Hit the floor drink some more
 Hope that you don't throw up
 Life's a bore do your chores
 I can't wait to grow up
 He's a whore, she's a whore
 Well, kinda sorta
 I don't know anymore
 It's what I'm falling short of
 What I'm falling short of, faded kinda sorta
 Whiskey on my breath and Paramore on the Pandora
 I can never think straight hit with paranoia
 Open Photoshop I'm color correcting my aura
 Set up on the East Coast, mind in California
 I got lots of issues, yeah, I prolly should've warned ya
 I don't ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora
 I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora
 They said that I could be anything that I want
 So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck
 Inside my head and I've been pacing thinking just way too much
 But I comply don't even try too busy gettin' fucked up
 All together now
 Hit the floor drink some more
 Hope that you don't throw up
 Life's a bore do your chores
 I can't wait to grow up
 He's a whore, she's a whore
 Well, kinda sorta
 I don't know anymore
 It's what I'm falling short of
 Hit the floor drink some more
 Hope that you don't throw up
 Life's a bore do your chores
 I can't wait to grow up
 He's a whore, she's a whore
 Well, kinda sorta
 I don't know anymore
 It's what I'm falling short of
 Hit the floor, drink some more
 Life's a bore, do your chores
 What I'm falling short of (hit the floor, drink some more)
 Yeah, yeah
 It's what I'm falling short of (life's a bore, do your chores)
 What I'm falling short of