Sugar Crash

Feelin' shitty in my bed, I don't wanna take my meds

Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears

Don't wanna be someone else, just don't wanna hate myself

Just don't wanna hate myself, instead I wanna feel good

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fuckin' shit

Nothin' that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, I'm in love with everything

Neon lights surroundin' me, I indulge in luxury

Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong, feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to fuck around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to fuck around

Got the rest of my life to make sound, feel good