Some Days It Doesn't Pay To Trust Your Feelings

Sitting around
Waiting for the end of the world
I know it's close
cause Hootie and the Blowfish
are playing on the radio
I pop another Xanax
properly medicated
I can sit around
and wait for the end of the world
I don't want someone I can have a beer with
or who can field strip a moose
I pour another single malt
properly numbed
I can sit around
and wait for the end of the world
I know it's close
when poorly constructed tweets
serve as political replies
I roll another joint
properly cloudy
I can wait
for the end of the world
once Hootie was over, the music got better