The other day I got nostalgic over helicopter seeds
you know the ones that kinda look like lay's potato chips
I'm baffled that a plant could make me feel so hopeless
but then again it was just as lost as I am

How'd it make its way inside my apartment?
Mint condition, couldn't've tracked it in
Opened the door for only a minute
and he was intrigued by the conditions I live in

Sometimes I'll smell that perfume you wore
or something else that just reminds me of us
that I can't quite put my finger on and just
it reminds me why I loved you and not why we broke up

I have to tell myself: stop thinking with my monkey brain
Nostalgia sucks cause you don't long for the pain
It's false advertising and I want a refund or a lawsuit
something that cements the idea that we're both way happier
since I left you

What's the point of that fake joy nostalgia brings you?
Only to a moment later think all the bad things too
yeah, I love the cocoa and the presents on Christmas
but I'm not about the seasonal depression

As a kid, I played house to act successful
Now I'm hoping I can stop pretending soon
Wishing I could do the opposite and pretend to be a kid
But I don't remember what I did before the internet

Don't remember how to be human
Don't know what to do with my hands
Don't remember how I got this far
It feels like I'm signing with crayon
Don't remember how to be human
Don't know what to do with my hands
Don't remember how I got this far
cause I'm a big ol garbage man

Don't remember how to be human
Don't know what to do with my hands
Don't remember how I got this far
but at least I'm doing what I can
I don't remember how to be human
Don't know what to do with my hands
Don't remember how I got this far
cause i'm a big ol garbage man

I don't remember how I got this far
cause i'm a big ol garbage man

(woo!)