There’s a hundred and four days of running away,
‘Til Wymack comes along just to end it,
So the annual problem for our generation,
Is finding a good way to not to die
Like maybe
Changing your name or fighting a mafia member,
Or dyeing your hair to make yourself feel better
Discovering something that doesn’t exist
Like Neil’s entire identity
Going to raves and pretending not to be gay
Oh Eden’s the place just get wasted
Finding a new way to lie, and when it comes to the fandom the cishets say goodbye!
This could possibly be the worst day ever,
(This could possibly be the worst day ever)
And the forecast says that tomorrow will likely be a million and six times gayer.
So make every minute count, jump up, jump in, and ,jump out
And lets avoid getting hit that exy raquet
Today is gonna be a awful day
Ignoring my therapy session, just holding the trauma close.
Running laps around the town, the eyes oh they stare
Devising a system for remembering everything,
To know every face that might kill me
Beat me, kidnap me, turn me in,
Relying on others isnt for me, oh wait and see how it costs me.
(Oh, man, it costs me.)
This could possibly be the worst day ever,
And the forecast says that tomorrow will likely be a million and six times gayer.
So make every minute count, jump up, jump in and jump,
And lets make sure that in every single possible way,
No one sees through the lies
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Lets act like Seth didnt die and gloss over the grief.
We may miss our familes, but we’re better without them anyway
We’ve got our sob stories, scars, blod, and tears.
And a heart full of pride, hands that can’t stop moving,
An exy ball, a stadium, and a roaring crowd,
And a canteen full of vodka. Grab a towel, its gets messy!
(This is fucking-scary)
This could possibly be the worst day ever,
(This could possibly be the wrost day ever)
And the forecast says that tomorrow will likely kill me,
So make every minute count, jump up, jump in and jump out,
And lets make sure that in every single possible way.
(Seriously, this is gonna kill you.)
This could possibly be the wrost day ever.
(Today is gonna be a day, isn’t it.)
This could possibly be the worst day ever.
Today is gonna be a day, bad or good.
This could possibly be the worst day ever,