<Coping Mechanism>

Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself

My mind's a breeding ground for un-health

The walls are talkin' and the voices in my head

They're screamin' out loud

Fun fact, some days, I just cry on the couch

Put my whole life away on a shelf

I try to feel something, that's why I break everything

I'm screamin' out loud

Against the thought of who I'd be if you were me, and I

I just wanna die

Ain't that a fun fact?

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying

Accepting that this fate is our demise

Hating myself for lying

Knew my cards were dealt

Had your eyes locked on someone else

No, you couldn't help it, or could you?

Fun fact, I really wanna fuckin' make you cry

It just isn't right, so enticing, just like you

Mastermindin' every fight, rivers flowin' from my eyes

No emotion from your side

Fun fact, I'm the worst, it's true

Fun fact, I learned it all from you

I need a coping mechanism now every night

I've wasted so much time hating myself for trying

Accepting that this fate is our demise

Hating myself for lying

Knew my cards were dealt

Had your eyes locked on someone else

No, you couldn't help it, or could you?

You couldn't help it

No, you couldn't help it

No, you couldn't help it, no

Or could you?