Lyrics
[Intro] [Stanza 1] I'm counting the popcorn ceiling bumps Forty-two above my unmade bed My friend left a half-full beer on the porch railing, just sitting next to a dead fern These days I'm just out of motivation [Hook] Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on Click the button, click it off Uh-huh, let's go, let's go nowhere Staring at the drywall Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on [Stanza 2] The fridge is buzzing, a B-flat note. I opened it three times since noon. There's a jar of pickles and some expired milk. I guess I'm just letting the cold air out. [Refrain] Got the itch but nothing fits. Though there's a laundry list of chores. I could. Fold clothes. Wash the plates. Pay bills. Sweep the floors. Mow the grass. Check the mail. All of it, honestly, sounds so painfully dull. [Hook] Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on Click the button, click it off Uh-huh, let's go, let's go nowhere Staring at the drywall Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on [Bridge] I'm locked inside of my own mind I don't know what's gotten into me Got to stop begging for a thrill ride Just pick something, and finally break free I know I'll find some joy once I fix this apathy [Hook] Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on Click the button, click it off Uh-huh, let's go, let's go nowhere Staring at the drywall Ba-da-ba, yeah, nothing's on [Outro] Yeah. Click it off. Nothing.