Doormat

Yeah, my time is over I don't wanna be sober I'ma make it hope you waitin' on this stoner 'Cause they ain't ready for what's droppin' in October Yeah, my time is over I don't wanna be sober I'm so lonely all I wanna do is hold her Fuck the distance, reminisce about you closer Yeah, my time is over Yeah, my time is over Have you ever had a thought that just eats away your brain? And if you decide to kill it, then you'll probably go insane? Writing letters to yourself in hopes that it'll stop the pain But you're livid and it's vivid when you've got nothing to gain Bipolarity, hilarity, I'm laughing at myself Honestly, I probably shouldn't though 'cause I just need some help Rollin' sticky 'cause I'm sick of everything inside my cells Find importance in the portions of the shit I'm tryna sell And you know, you know that I've been trying fucking hard to discard the feelings that I always throw back And I know, I know that Lovin' me ain't easy, sweetie I'm as useful as a doormat Format my brain and program me to stop 'Cause I've been so lost inside all of my crop The rain is just falling on top of my shop A tear in my ceiling I hope it don't drop Caving in, I'm caving in I do this time and time again I'm faded now, was faded then I'll talk to you somewhere 'round 10 And then you're gone and I'm alone I pack my bong and fucking zone There's nowhere I can call my home There's no one I can call my own At least I tell myself that At least I tell myself that At least I tell myself that At least I tell myself that