Punctuation!

I must've ran it over in my head
A thousand times or more
First came disbelief then hesitance
Now I'm so convinced
That I'm sweatin' through the sheets
It can't be real
Yet it's so sure of itself
Like an excerpt from a tome
If our time is up
Then I won't get better, better to settle
I'll cease to be along
With psychotherapy and Twitter feeds
Much ado, it's true oo-oh
Oh-oh oo-oh
Oh oo-oh oh-oh oo-oh
(Hey! Hey!)

How will all the people know?
How will they cope
When they find out that their world is doomed to end?
Still, I'll take it in for all of them and
Keep it hid for their last several weeks' good
I wasn't doing anything
You can't ruin
The already ruined although
It's unexpected
It won't get better, best not to meddle
I'll let 'em all live clear
While I marinate in fear
Armageddon contour all my truth
Oo-oh oh-oh oo-oh
Oh oo-oh oh-oh oo-oh

As the season changes
It'll be a little strange
The final leaves'll fall from branches
And I'll never get better
That really means never
So quit with the artful the bend over backwards
The grimace of trying too hard
This fixes your problems, it switches your purpose

You're doo- oo-oh oh-oh oo-ohmed
It's true oo-oh oh-oh oo-oh
You're doo- oo-oh oh-oh oo-ohmed
It's true oo-oh oh-oh oo-oh

"It sounds awful, doesn't it? But maybe, it'll be fine."