Lyrics : Elliott Platt
Music : Elliott Platt
I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no ****ing cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****ing shit
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 b-b-b-b-b, feel good
Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my ****in' 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 fu*kin' cash
Maybe I should take a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half
I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****ing shit
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 fu*k 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 **** around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Feel good