P*ssing in a bottle just to stay on the phone

I tend to get disgusting when I'm all alone

I guess there's something to be said

About the way I conduct myself

Cause I love the way I feel in

Euphemism for the threat of solitude

Staring at a screen in my darkened room

But I love the way I feel in

Using feeling the emptiness as a tool

Lost inside the angst I become immune

And now the morning sun is creeping through the blinds

I tend to get distracted and lose track of time

I guess that someone might suppose

There's something wrong hidden down below

Cause I love the way I feel in

Euphemism for the threat of solitude

Staring at a screen in my darkened room

But I love the way I feel in

Using feeling the emptiness as a tool

Lost inside the angst I become immune

Can you hear me?

Can you breathe?

Can you help me separately?

Can you hear me?

Can you breathe?

Can you help me selflessly?

Can you hear me?

Can you breathe?

Can you help me separately?

I love the way I feel in

Euphemism for the threat of solitude

Staring at a screen in my darkened room

But I love the way I feel in

Using feeling the emptiness as a tool

Lost inside the angst I become immune

And I love the way I feel in

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