Operation how to not look high
And I am barely scraping by
Nothing you say will register in my head
Can't you see my god damn eyes?
If anything comes out of me I will be so surprised
I haven't felt the urge to open my mouth for quite some time
Cause I've got nothing to say
I only work this job cause I got rent to pay
And friends are confusing cause they always fade
I need a break from all this shit
I swear I'm not okay
Contemplating on the cost of life
And if I'm wasting all my time
It's hard to say if I'm okay or if I've finally lost my mind
Don't even worry I made sure to bring all of the supplies
We're getting fucked up until we can't think of a reason why
A disaster on display
Like some kind of masochistic masquerade
A party favor for my pity parade
Doesn't look all that pretty when it's on display
