Eight in the morning, drawing the world in 2D
Tell me I can be an astronaut, as long as I believe
Reading the paper, while I'm waking in a world of in between
And I keep thinking about what it is exactly that I need?
Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune
Thinking of what you will or will not become
Keep on up with the rat race
Oh it's Millennial Sadness
Nine in the morning, drawing the world incomplete
Tell me I can be the president, as long as I believe
Watching the otters on the marine mammal rescue center screen
And I keep thinking about how it is that I got so naive?
Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune
Thinking of what you will or will not become
Keep on up with the rat race
Oh, it's Millennial Sadness
Try to keep on dreaming of that fortune
Thinking of what you will never become
Don't you know
No need to carry the world alone
Give on up on that rat race
Oh and Millennial Sadness