I figured out the key to short-term success
Just tell everyone that you're clinically depressed
Make a list of all the people that you've wronged
Don't ever call them back, but use them in a song
And if you're lucky enough to have a parent pass away,
Pretend it broke your heart, but never go to their grave

And it goes 1, 2, 3, easy as 1, 2, 3
It goes 1, 2, 3, let's all exploit our misery

I figured out a way to twist reality,
Just take a ton of drugs and never go to sleep
Re-rent the saddest movie that you've ever seen
Fill your room with TV sets and put it on repeat
Push all your friends away with the cool things that you said
If you need company, you got the voices in your head

And it goes 1, 2, 3, easy as 1, 2, 3
It goes 1, 2, 3, let's all exploit our misery

So stay down on yourself
And if you feel a glimpse of hope,
You gotta choke it out before it grows
You're the only one that really counts
Stuck dollar bills inside your ears
And let the rest of them work it out

And it goes 1, 2, 3, easy as 1, 2, 3
It goes 1, 2, 3, let's all exploit our misery

Right now