I'm on a sugar crash
I ain't got no fuckin cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fuckin brain in half
I'm not lonely just a bit
Tired of this fucking shit
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
‘Cept for when I hit the bong
Hit the bong
Hit the b-b-b-b-b
Feel good
Feeling shitty in my bed
Didn't take my fuckin meds
Hyperpop 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 fuckin cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fuckin brain in half
I'm not lonely just a bit
Tired of this fucking shit
Nothing that I write can make me