Nope Nope Nope

Everything mattered until nothing mattered

Nothing's the matter and everything's the matter

I'm scared and I'm sad and I'm scared I should be sadder

But every time I tell myself I'm fine I just feel selfish and backwards

Not enough to take any particular actions

Not enough to do anything that helps anybody in any appreciable way

So I just sit around and stare at the wall and feel my heart beat faster

I had a panic attack the first day of vacation and said "we're not going back"

Somebody said something like "look out, here comes nuclear winter"

And then Joan took my phone and said "you've gotta stop checking Twitter"