Lyrics: Antonia Rug
Music: Antonia Rug
My care died of an overdose
The trouble’s stacking at my doorstep Yes I saw your 17 missed calls
I was just too tired to reach for my phone
I’m leaving all my lovers on read Cause there ain’t no lovers left
Seems like my anxiety is out of breath Or she’s smoking too much cigarettes
I let the world do its thing While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing So I can do my thing
Tyrants become presidents
I’m coping by ghosting my friends Being human is the latest fashion trend And I’m a fake designer brand
I let the world do its thing While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing So I can do my thing
No one’s got a clue of shit
So why should I pretend that I do Know about the thing that this world’s working on while I’m doing my thing
So petty world go do your thing I will do mine
I let the world do its thing While I do my thing
I let the world do its thing So I can do my thing