What you do when you're in hell on every sunny morning?

'Cause boy it's a tough world, I hope you got the stomach for it

The sky is gorgeous and you're hard at work on something unimportant

Acting colder than a fucking bear mother's porridge

Dreams of picking posies from a flower bed

Cronies up around the bend

And when they ask for whereabouts

I scramble out the house again

Cleanse myself of sin by standing underneath the shower head

Or try and try and blow it like a powder keg

Stumble 'round town past the inner and the outer ends

Innards spilling every passing second to my friends

Panic-stricken as it gets

Steady mixin' right and left up

And I'm gon' beat myself up 'til I'm up on a stretcher

Vision getting foggy how I'm under the weather

Man I'm going M.I.A., send out my love in some letters and get up off of the grid

Reset the progress to nada and start pickin' the options I'm fucking confident in

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

(Oh my god, fuck you)

Yeah, and you make it right when you hum a tune

Counting sheep tucked in and give it up after one or two (Thank you so much)

Spending class in comas, you looking dumb when you coming to

Body unconscious next to the hoops you should be jumping through (You tried for self care) (Sorry I'm tired, I'm sorry)

I'ma give it all when you ask it

But I'm exhausted so often I phone it in otherwise

Like maybe I'll make this bed

My thinking wishful tonight

And if recklessness doesn't kill me I picture misery might

Ay, ask how the fuck to relax when you're given minutes to try

Stability's out the question you trip and flip on your side

Mind racing, images flicker, still biting my tongue

That's after I pick up all of the wisdom and soothing drinks I can find

Keeping cool out of fear and my fucking wits out of spite

And everything's going wrong as if I'm equipped for surprise

Stitch in my side nothing

I'm wandering 'round dizzy

I pray that a truck's coming

I'm taking it down with me

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended (Tried for self care)

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time (All the time)

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

You tried for self care, it didn't go as intended (Tried for self care)

You're ready to leave and you don't have a minute to spare

You worry 'bout it all of the time (All the time)

And you make it okay with a song and a rhyme

Was that recorded? Yeah, dude

Holy shit

Dude it's like—

That was probably the most bizarre interaction I've ever had

He was like, "Sorry I'm so tired"

"I just fucking dropped your card"