Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone

by Bo Burnham

I love you just the way you are but you don’t see you like I do. You shouldn’t try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you.

A Wonderful Day to Be Dead What a perfect day to be gone and forgotten. What a wonderful day to be dead. Six feet above me, the world’s gone rotten while I’m rottin’ in a coffin instead. You’ll die one day and that day could be any one of the thousands ahead, but I can guarantee that that day will be a wonderful day to be dead.

Wooden Soldiers I bought a box of wooden soldiers. I bought them from the store. And now a hundred tiny soldiers guard my bedroom floor. So if you’re a scary monster-thing who wants to go to war, my bedroom door is open. I’m not frightened anymore.