Self-loathing bouncing 'round like you're a pinball

Wish I could find someone to see me under microscope

Sure, I could look inside myself, but

I genuinely don't know what my heart is for

It's getting hard to tell what the fuck is anything, anymore

I won't need to know when I get

Out of it, my vessel of bullshit

I won't need to know when I'm getting

Cremated, sweet fire of my deathbed

I can't help but see some good inside her soul

Kinda makes me feel irresponsible

Guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, but

I know I'm tired too of this self-pity shit

It's feeling like a trap I can't escape

I don't wanna die, I just feel like

I'm falling, ignoring the problem

I don't wanna die, I just feel like

I'm drowning, dissolving to nothing

To nothing

At least for now