I’m allergic to mornings and responsibility
My vibe is “forgot to drink water but chugged anxiety”
My plants are dead, my vibe is deader
404 life not found, server error
I’m one notification away from a full meltdown
My bank account’s on life support, flatline sound
I ghosted my own dreams, left them on read
Now they’re dating someone who actually gets out of bed
Pre-Chorus
I’m not lazy, I’m just on standby mode
My potential called — it’s drunk and wants to come home
Chorus
It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine
I’m one bad text from committing a crime
Hot mess express, next stop: rock bottom
Ticket says “return trip” but I already forgot ‘em
I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m burnt toast deluxe
If adulting was a sport I’d be permanently benched, bruh
Yeah this is my villain origin story arc
Started with “I’ll do it tomorrow” — now it’s too dark
Verse 2 (even faster one-liners)
My fridge is just sauces in a group therapy session
My skincare routine is “hope” and “aggression”
I have a degree in overthinking with a minor in regret
My love language is leaving people on delivered for a week
I’m 29 going on “please don’t ask me what I’m doing”
My five-year plan is “don’t die” and “keep going”
I’m the main character but the author hates me
Every plot twist is just me crying in a Target aisle, baby
Pre-Chorus
I’m not broke, I’m just pre-rich in spirit
My credit score heard that and said “I don’t fear it”
Chorus
It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine
I’m one parking ticket from moving to the woods and losing my mind
Hot mess express, running on fumes and spite
Conductor’s screaming “next stop: therapy, sit tight”
I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m over-easy with a side of dread
If growing up was a choice I’d pick childhood instead
Bridge (slow, deadpan, spoken over single guitar)
I’m tired of being tired
I’m tired of pretending I’m wired
I’m tired of saying “I’m tired” like it’s a personality trait
But here we are.
Same trauma, new day.
Pass the iced coffee and emotional damage.
Final Chorus (full chaos, gang vocals, screaming)
It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s FUCKING fine
I’m one more “per my last email” from a felony charge this time
Hot mess express just derailed in flames
Everyone’s screaming but we’re all on the same train
I’m cooked, I’m done, I’m gourmet disaster
If this is adulting just shoot me faster
Yeah scream it with me if you’re barely alive
We’re all one-liner tragedies just trying to survive
Outro (whispered over dying guitar)
See you in the group chat venting at 3 a.m.…
Same trauma, different font
I love you, you absolute disaster.