There are dead ends and there are happy endings
There are people and people that they're hurting
There's a lot to swallow and I don't wanna
There's a dark cloud in my head that smells like marijuana

Message in a bottle, finger on the throttle
Hard to post a pic when they're all fucking models
Can you hear me through this microphone?
I could leave a note or I could write a novel

I can't see straight, I took too many drugs
I'm literally out my brain
Locked in her green room
With some fucking strangers
Asking me about my day
And I don't really know what to say
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

You can call it what it is or call it nothing
You can't lie to me 'cause I know what's coming
Check your pocket or TV for some breaking news
The earth is dying just like my will for trying
And I think it's time to move

Message in a bottle, finger on the throttle
Hard to post a pic when they're all fucking models
I could give it all up and go home
I could leave a note or I could write a novel

I can't see straight, I took too many drugs
I'm literally out my brain
Locked in her green room
With some fucking strangers
Asking me about my day
And I don't really know what to say
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ee

Oh, with some fucking strangers
Oh, ayy, mmm, hey-ayy-ayy
Oh, I don't really know what to say
With some fucking strangers