Credits
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She said, "My God, you're almost twenty
The singer was reminded of their age by someone they know.

And you think you've done it all already
The singer has a sense of accomplishment about their life so far.

How could you know where you haven't been
The singer is being challenged to consider what they haven't experienced yet.

Temperance that you've always lacked
The artist lacks self-control.

But moderation, as a matter of fact, is a virtue
The artist acknowledges that having moderation is a good thing.

Go on, tell the group one word to describe you
The singer is being asked to provide a word that sums up their personality.

Introduce your name and face, your drug of choice
The singer is asked to provide basic information about themselves and a substance/behavior they are addicted to.

How you fell from grace and got right back up
The artist describes a time when they messed up, but were able to recover.

Before it was too damn late
The artist reflects on how they were able to turn their life around before they hit rock bottom.

Do you hate the glass or do you hate your skin
The artist questions whether their dislike of themselves is due to their physical appearance or something deeper.

Which world of yours are you living in tonight
The singer is asked to consider which version of themselves they are embodying right now.

Which device, which route of demise
The artist is considering which method of self-destruction to use.

Will you decide upon this time
The singer is reflecting on the importance of making a choice about their behavior.

And your ego weighs you down, but you're just a fucking kid
The singer feels weighed down by their sense of self-importance.

Christ, what did you do to think you deserve any of this?
The singer questions whether their actions in life have really earned them anything.

Stop over-reacting, stop thinking of things
The artist is being told to stop obsessing over things and be present.

Turn your eyes to the LED's
The artist suggests using technology to distract from negative thoughts.

Fight the melatonin with a shot of caffeine
The singer suggests using a stimulant to stay awake and avoid negative feelings.

Dream of ending it right here, and having your mother walk in
The singer is fantasizing about ending their life and the potential emotional impact it could have on their mother.

You wouldn't feel a fucking thing and that'd be the end of it
The artist is reflecting on how painless and final death can be.

And there's nothing next, so you'd have no regret's
The artist realizes that death would be final and there would be no opportunity for regret.

It'll be like a film where it's black past the credits
The artist compares death to a movie that ends abruptly with no post-credit scene.

And the best dressed at the funeral would be your best friend
The singer is imagining who would mourn them most at their funeral.

Who'd never forget the thing that you said about faking your death when you were kids
The artist recalls a conversation they had with a friend about faking their death when they were young.

Ah but fuck that, cause you'd be dead and there's nothing next
The singer concludes that ultimately, death is final and there's no point in dwelling on what could have been.

Just let that unfold, until the credits roll
The singer decides to just let things happen and see where it leads.

Is that the plan
The singer questions whether this lack of plan is really the best course of action.

Is that the best you have
The artist is questioning their own ability to overcome their struggles.

Temperance that I've always lacked, yes
The artist admits to a lack of self-control.

But moderation, as a matter of fact, is a not virtue
The singer acknowledges that having moderation is not something they possess.

Come on, tell the group one word to describe you
The singer is again asked to sum up their personality in one word.

Patronisingly cruel
The artist chooses a word that suggests they have a mean streak.

Oh, but that was two, alright
The artist acknowledges that they didn't follow the instructions and provided more than one word.

Immature and stuck in my youth, afraid to see things through
The artist admits to a reluctance to mature and take responsibility for their actions.

Impulsive, explosive, obsessive-compulsive
The singer describes a tendency towards impulsive behavior, explosive emotions, and obsessive thoughts.

What more could I possible admit to
The artist wonders if there's anything else about themselves they haven't acknowledged.

Well, what's the term for a writer who misconstrues her own life
The singer reflects on their own writing and how it misrepresents their own experiences.

In a desperate attempt to self therapise
The singer writes in order to try and work out their emotional issues.

Redirects the blame to explain her vice
The singer explains their negative behavior by shifting blame onto outside factors.

Her worst mistake in life? Her nihilistic side
The artist acknowledges that their nihilistic beliefs are their biggest personal flaw.

And she's always right, but she could never quite
The artist believes they are correct in their beliefs, but can't seem to fully accept them.

Wrap her mind around mortality despite
The singer has trouble coming to terms with the finality of death.

Doing the most she can to die in the shortest amount of time
Despite their fear of death, the singer engages in behaviors that could lead to an early demise.

I'll let that unfold until the credits roll
The artist chooses to let their life play out without trying to control it.

And that's the plan
The artist concludes that this is the best course of action for them.

That's the best I have
The artist admits that they don't have a better plan for their life.

Because my God, I'm twenty
The singer is again reminded of their age and the accompanying pressure to have their life together.

Is this the credits now, already
The artist wonders if their life is already coming to a close.

How
The singer is left with uncertainty about their future.