Yeah, small-talking with my ghost friends
Real people keep on ghostin'
I've been trying to find a new wave
'Cause I'm sick of drowning in this ocean
People worried 'bout exposure
I'm just happy that I wake up
Say I'm keeping my composure
'Til I realize every f*****g days sucks
It's a lost cause
I'm a bad guy
Not a pop star
I should f*ck off
Let me dig deeper
I should OD
Where's the Grim Reaper
When I need him?
You know
My will to live is receding
Won't find what I'm seekin'
My soul needs a demon
To rip it apart before I get to tweakin', I'm done
I'm done, yeah
Yeah
All this poison in my head still
In this room I'm feeling dead still
Fuck around and take like ten pills
I'd be gone, but I'm getting bread still
Why do I gotta go through hell here?
Need a time-stopper let me chill please
Get a ticonda
Write a quick note, then it's, "Bye, momma," uh (goodbye)
Gone in a flash, hit me with lightning
Rumbling thunder, I'm done with the fighting
Done with the bullshit, it was a pipe dream
Stuck on the night-shift, sun isn't rising anymore
Guess I'll stick to liking dark rooms
The power's gone, I'm in a monsoon
If it don't stop, I'll be gone soon
I'll be gone soon
I'll be gone soon
