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 f g 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 lu ury

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 f g s t

Nothing 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)

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