Done Thing

I’m seeing things, my gun
I do whatever I want
'Cause I’m young and I’m dumb and I’m bored
I hang up dead mice
I see my little brother’s eyes
Turn the cobwebs into dust
We all wear ripped jeans
'Cause we think we’re the done thing
I walk around the mess
I feel shit and breathless
I guess it’s 'cause I eat popcorn for breakfast
And when it all adds up
I guess that I’ll have done enough
To prove that I can pledge myself to you
We all wear ripped jeans
'Cause we think we’re the done thing
And if everything we wanted
Is just to pass the time and shame
When you think of the good old days
We could hang around for years
To kid ourselves we think we are the next done thing
We all wear ripped jeans
'Cause we think we’re the done thing