See You In The Future

Ooh, you
Ooh, you

If I got everything I want on album three
And I grew up and became who I want to be
Why am I lying when I say I feel content?
I don't wanna say too much
But what's a meltdown between friends?
(Whoa, fuck it)

Maybe I could use a couple yes men
My self-esteem could use some obsession
Or some ups in my direction-tion, chicka-chicka
From at least One, One D-Direction
(Not Zayn though, Harry though, what's up)
Fuck it, I don't even care, though
A broken escalator's still stairs, though, uh
I got a little taller since the first show
Maybe if I look real close, I'll see you in the

Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Oh, oh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah-yeah-yea
If you could see the things that I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)

I'm a ray of sunshine, look at me
Everywhere I go, I'm poisoning (yeah)
Everyone whose eyes look up to me
And while I'm alone (what?)

I could fill a fucking university with all the things
That keep me company when all I want is sleep
'Cause my demons drive their limo
Straight up to my window like they're motherfucking Postmates
And late god damn, hot damn, Bill Gates
Hey, let me talk to Elon Musk, man
Where the fuck's my flying truck, bitch?
I put down a hundred bucks shit never showed up
What's up? That's fucked
Like how if everything could go away
I never had it anyway
If I'm the guy from Castaway, that makes you Wilson, hate to say
And everything I know is gonna kill me in the end
But we'll get there when we get there
When we get there when we get there when we get there when we-

Oh yeah (woo), we did it this time, we really did it
Gonna take a second, gonna breathe, alright, wheu you and me, okay
Otto, Geoff, you guys are doing great
We're gonna do this one more time, okay

Fuck everyone and everything
And every single magazine that made me think I'm not enough
It's really fucking crippling
When I'm Michael Scott-o Seabringing it
I'm Geoff and I'm Otto nose-ringing it
I am not about the "He said, she said" bullshit
Dudes with beards online like to say shit
Tweeting middle fingers up from their day shift
But I was just like them, just hating
I gave up everything
Something to nothing
This song is the recipe
Curses, my blessings
I haven't seen family
Hoping they're proud of me
Missing on holidays
Give people more but then there's nothing left of me

Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Oh, oh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah-yeah-yeah
If you could see the things that I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah