# 18

Life's too short to even care at all, oh

I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control

These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me, Oh oh

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, Oh 

If I could find a way to see this straight

I'd run away

To some fortune that I, 

I should have found by now 

I'm waiting for this cough syrup 

to come down, come down

(cough syrup, young the giant)