I'm on a sugar crash

I ain't got no fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this fkin' 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

Except 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 fkin' 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 fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this xxxxin' s**t

Nothing that I write can make me feel good