Think I'm getting good At things I wish I wasn't Always put it off Then pile up all the problems I know I'm getting good At wasting all of the day I'm sure I could do more But somehow it just slips away Here's to hoping it's all fine You've got your shit, I've got mine I'm just getting way too — Way too good Way too good at lying Think I'm getting good At swerving all your questions I said that I'd reply But I just keep on stressing I know I could be good If I just left the house now And stepped into the world It's not that I don't know how Here's to hoping it's all fine You've got your shit, I've got mine I'm just getting way too — Way too good Way too good at lying