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