For nothing
For nothing
I'm colder than a witch's tit when I'm on Xanex
I vexed all my tricks hexed with premature ejaculation
There's only ever three people that think to text
My next ex, my mack, and two-step verification
I've been too scared
Of New York City
Cause last I faired
I looked so pretty
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
When I dream, I'm waiting for nothing
I only listen to Peter Gabriel Genesis
Cause liking Phil Collins Genesis is sacrilege at best
Why'd my mother tell my brother
You're like you're old man
I only read Immanuel Kant in this arrondissement
My own categorical imperative is simply infinite jest
Both my fathers help each other to smother me
When I dream, I'm waiting for nothing
For nothing
For nothing
For nothing
For nothing
For nothing
For nothing
Why'd my mother tell my brother
You're just like you're old man
I'm colder than a witch's tit when I'm on Xanex
I vexed all my tricks hexed with premature ejaculation
There's only ever three people that think to text
My next ex, my mack, and two-step verification
I'm cooped up alone
In New York City
This Great Jones Street's just the right amount of shitty
And I look so f*cking pretty
When I dream I'm waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing
I'm waiting for nothing