Drew Vandenberg - Mallwalkers lyrics

Is this the same song? Does something feel slower? Is something wrong? Is there anything wrong? Does something feel slower? Or is this just the same daydreamed d**h where you see yourself lowered Into the cold, greedy ground as your parents and plagiarists lose their sh** Sobbing over your casket And you broadcast it every couple of hours When you're not busy with customers Selling cell phone cases and cords at that kiosk in the middle of the mall Air-conditioned days in this insufferable summer And at night you watch your friends dance around Feeling weird about f**ing each other And you wonder “Do I even need to be here?” and “Why does this hurt?” You find a more consistent community with those early morning mallwalkers Than these horrid hushed hall talkers; judge-gabled gawkers Some will call you their crush, but they're all stalkers And soon enough you'll find yourself thrust up against those fall lockers Dreaming of a simple suspended eternity Where you're stoned in your basement, playing games Hanging out with your dogs Could it ever be possible to just pause on that feeling? And why does it seem like now every boy cuts you off when you start speaking? And why do things feel negated before they're experienced? Why does it hurt? When they tell you you talk like a teenager, you sound so stupid Say nothing Because those high school scars, and the parallel bars All the lonely lights on these frozen cars Every broken-wrist handstand in some best friend's yard And every ugly part of everything that people keep on telling you you are They aren't yours, they're just wrong