I'll Be Gone Soon

Yeah, small-talking with my ghost friends Real people keep on ghostin' I've been trying to find a new wave 'Cause I'm sick of drowning in this ocean People worried 'bout exposure I'm just happy that I wake up Say I'm keeping my composure 'Til I realize every fucking days sucks It's a lost cause I'm a bad guy Not a pop star I should fuck off Let me dig deeper I should OD Where's the Grim Reaper When I need him? You know My will to live is receding Won't find what I'm seekin' My soul needs a demon To rip it apart before I get to tweakin', I'm done I'm done, yeah Yeah All this poison in my head still In this room I'm feeling dead still Fuck around and take like ten pills I'd be gone, but I'm getting bread still Why do I gotta go through hell here? Need a time-stopper let me chill please Get a ticonda Write a quick note, then it's, "Bye, momma," uh (goodbye) Gone in a flash, hit me with lightning Rumbling thunder, I'm done with the fighting Done with the bullshit, it was a pipe dream Stuck on the night-shift, sun isn't rising anymore Guess I'll stick to liking dark rooms The power's gone, I'm in a monsoon If it don't stop, I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon