I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f^ckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my f^ckin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f^cking sh1t
Nothing that I write can make me feel good
Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see
Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury
Everything I do is wrong, except for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong, feel good
Feeling sh1tty in my bed didn't take my f^ckin' meds
Hyper pop up in my ears, everything just disappears
Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself
I just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f^ckin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my f^ckin' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f^cking sh1t
Nothing that I write can make me feel good :(