Puke

I can feel it coming up when I talk Overthinking I got acid in my throat I'm a joke And if I'm being honest I think that I've lost it Pick my fingers to the bone acetone I don't know but I can never be alone Here I go making something of nothing I think that I've lost it If you could see the things inside my head You'd close your eyes instead of watching Whoa-oh Oh my God it makes me sick (Can't somebody tell me what) Did I do to feel like this? (I don't know what's going on) It's getting dark in here And no one's there to flip the switch I Am I just too fucked up to fix? God it makes me sick Chronic panic attack can't relax I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac it's a fact Did I go through the motions? Hopin' it's not hopeless If you could see the things inside my head You'd close your eyes instead of watching Whoa-oh (You wouldn't want to see the things in my head) Oh my God it makes me sick (Can't somebody tell me what) Did I do to feel like this? (I don't know what's going on) It's getting dark in here And no one's there to flip the switch I Am I just too fucked up to fix? God it makes me sick God it makes me sick God it makes me God it makes me sick God it makes me sick Oh my God it makes me sick (Can't somebody tell me what) Did I do to feel like this? (I don't know what's going on) It's getting dark in here And no one's there to flip the switch I Am I just too fucked up to fix? God it makes me sick