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*ckin' sh*t

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 take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

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

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to f*ck around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Feel good