What Do I Know?

I don't know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
It to burn it down into nothing, cause its more that you deserve

Settle down, settle down for the average
Singing to the same tune, marching band
Everybody's on a fixed rate mortgage
Paying for a future that's already planned

But they tell us that we are connected
And we are so social that we should be proud
Got us burning through bundles of data
For all the dick pics stored in the cloud

Nobodies going nowhere, bodies in a casket
Like nobody here giving a fuck
I just need to find solace in something
Instead I get hit with reality muck

I don't know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
It to burn it down into nothing, cause its more that you deserve

Running, running out me on the map now
Born and raised in this town
If you tell me I'm nothing, and stop me from running
I'll burn this fucksr down

I don't know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
It to burn it down into nothing, cause its more that you deserve

I don't know how to make things better
Now you got me feeling so reserved
And yeah you know the only thing that can make this sweeter
It to burn it down into nothing, cause its more that you deserve