"Great Americans" lyrics

Wake up, burnt out
Start the day in flames
Is it because I didn't text you back? Back
Cat brain, meow, meow
Keeps sending me mixed signals (Meow, meow, meow, meow)
It's like I haven't learned a thing

Stressed out, burnt out
I'm moving way too fast
I need to reel it in, I just might bust my ass
I might hurt myself
Don't know much, everything I do is a learned behaviour
A true "Truman Show", a true "Truman Show"

Midday, still weird
I'm probably overthinking
Yes, I saw you called, I'm still not calling back
'Cause I'm overwhelmed
Dear Lord, send help
I'm talking to my cats (Meow)
I keep vacuuming and nothing's getting clean
'Cause I'm overwhelmed
One thing's for sure
You're gonna find a way to leave
But before you go, please return my clothes
You can't have my coat
Don't know much, everything I do is a learned behaviour
I keep fucking up, but I land on my feet

It's dark, I'm lost
Walking 'round in circles
Ah, I didn't complete a thing (Shit)
I missed my chance
Don't know much, everything I do is an S.O.S
Something's clearly off, I'm undiagnosed (Shit)