Text: Young The Giant. Young The Giant. Cough Syrup.

:
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
Oh oh oh oh
A wet world longs 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 should have found by now

Uhh ch ch ch ch

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm coming up now coming up now out of the blue
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart
Oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

And so I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
Waiting for this cough syrup to come down

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing it all

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

So I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
Waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now [x2]