SugarCrash!

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fucking cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half

I'm not lonely just a bit, tired of this fucking 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 bo-, feel good

Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fucking 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 fucking cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fucking brain in half

I'm not lonely just a bit, tired of this fucking shit

Nothing that I write can make me feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just spread out

Got the rest of my life to fuck 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 fuck around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Feel good