Good Old Fashioned American Depression by Will Wood (But the audio's better)

I own nothing in this video. Everything is made by Will Wood. lyrics (from what i can decipher) - [Intro] I got a new phone today Not because I wanted one because I needed one That's the stage I'm in in my life now I no longer get things cuz I want them Now, I... sometimes get things when I need them Every cent that I make goes towards something that I wish I could live without No more spending money, no more allowances, no more going out, none of that jazz No more treating myself to dinners, No more treating myself to anything, I can't afford cigarettes, I don't drink anymore I don't have a good time, I've lost all my friends because I focus on my career instead of focusing on the things that matter to me Or instead of focusing on the things that I'm told are supposed to matter to me But really, I suppose I don't really know what matters to me 'Cause all the things that I'm supposed to think matter to me Really don't matter to me, And that includes my friends and my family That includes the things and the people who are close to me That includes my loves, my girlfriends, my boyfriends My neithers, my in-betweens The only thing that I end up being able to focus is my fucking life flying right in front of me they say it's splitting, they say maybe it's symptoms of borderline personality disorder (?) also could that mean I'm just that I'm just used to seeing everything in ebonies and ivories, Blacks and whites, spending way too much time in front of the fucking keyboard Trying to figure out what I want to do with my fucking music Instead of trying to figure out what I want to do with my fucking life Because there is no melody(?) in anything that I do there is only an image of the thing that's going to happen next (?) I suppose what I'm really trying to say is That it's... It's just a good old fashioned American depression. This is a brand new song. [Verse 1] When you find the proof for the truth you made Would you use it to choose how you screw your faith? Ooh, American depression When you make the mistakes that your fate's been waiting for And try to escape but you just keep making more Ooh, American depression [Pre-Chorus] Jesus, please just believe us Like the way we were told to believe in you We were dressed from our Sunday best But no tailor's got no tools for no birthday suit So the least that you could do is return the favor Our saving disgrace is that we're the savior [Chorus] It's just good old fashioned American depression Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression It's just good old fashioned American depression Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la American depression! Ooh, American depression [Verse 2] So when you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor And neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door Ooh, American depression When you try to make your present past, but future lasts forever Never tether to whatever makes you even bother getting better It's just American depression [Pre-Chorus] Lover, why do you turn out the lights? When beauty's in the eyes of those beholding Could you hold me closer? We get dressed to impress, I guess In layer after layer to get off our chest It's cold out now, we could take it off later Better safe than sorry if we know the danger [Chorus] It's just good old fashioned American depression Tell you it gets better but I know it's an expression It's just good old fashioned American depression Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la American depression! Ooh, American depression [Pre-Chorus] Doctor, could you run another test? Got a feeling that this time I may just pass it Well, if you raise the average We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices A chorus on condition of our diagnosis [Chorus] It's just good old fashioned American depression Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression It's just good old fashioned American depression Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la It's just good old fashioned American depression Tell me it gets better but it's only an expression It's just good old fashioned American depression Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la It's just good old fashioned American depression Ooh, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la American depression