I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f**kin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my f**kin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f**king s**t

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 bong, feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f**kin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my f**kin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f**king s**t

Nothing that I write can make me feel good

Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my f**kin' 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

Where to now

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to f**k around

Got the rest of my life to make sound, feel good