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 fuckin’ shit

Nothin’ that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everythin’ I see

Neon lights surroundin’ me, I indulge in luxury

Everythin’ I do is wrong, ‘cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong, hit the bo—, 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 takе a bath, cut my fuckin’ brain in half

I’m not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin’ shit

Nothin’ that I write can makе me feel good

(Woo-Ah)

I got a sugar crush I can never get enough

Flip the forward better rush, rush (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hot music, energy, everybody’s getting me

Wish I was a better me, me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Feel my heart racing

Everything’s changing

Feel fucking crazy

I just wanna

Feel good

Victim, victim, made myself a victim

Running in cycles cause I’m struggling in a system

Symptoms, symptoms, dealing with addiction

Got me on these meds, say I’m really sick

I’m home, I’m ain’t coming home

Don’t miss when I’m gone

I ain’t coming home

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, feel good

I’m on a sugar crash, I don’t really understand

Pressures keeps on building, never quit it’s really down my hand

Give me a minute, I need press pause on this

I just want to feel good, even for a little bit

I’m like a little kid in a sweet shop

Pretty packages I can never make a stop

Suck a nightmare, I can never live it down

So all I really know how to do is make sound