The Future

Bo Burnham

Wake up every morning at a quarter to ten
Like, "Am I dying? Is this real? Oh, right, it′s this again"
I'm awoken by my daughter as she jumps in my bedI′m only kidding, I don't have a kid
I crochet instead

Am I depressed? (Yeah), stressed? (Yeah)
It's anyone′s guess
I′ll bother getting better when I bother getting dressed
Is it gonna end? (Yeah)
When? (Never)
Alrighty then
It's just another day of hanging with my daughter

And I′m living in the future, uh-huh
I'm living in the future, uh-huh
I′m living in the future, uh-huh
I'm living in the future, uh-huh

Make it to the shower by a quarter to one
This bottle shampoos and conditions, it′s a 2-for-1
I draw a little doggy on the fog of the glass
Just like the ones I used to draw back in geometry class

Am I depressed? (Yeah), stressed? (Yeah)
It's anyone's guess
I′ll bother getting better when I bother getting dressed
Am I kinda hot? (No), what? (Nothing)
That′s what I thought
I bought an app to help me meditate that didn't work

I′m living in the future, uh-huh
I'm living in the future, uh-huh
I′m living in the future, uh-huh
I'm living in the future, uh-huh