I fucking hate it when you treat me like a object

I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest

Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"

They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex

I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet

Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object

Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense

Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex

Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a

I shoulda left when I was thirteen

Let too many people in, and all they did was hurt me

I always tried, it's never working

Thought I'd find the one, back in the day it was a sure thing

Shoulda laid down on those tracks when I was fifteen

Now I got too many friends and people who gon' miss me

And now I don't know how to fix me

Still tryna save the life I tried to throw away at sixteen

You called me up at my lowest

I was too anxious to show it

Wasn't a hint of emotion, so I guess I shoulda known it

I hate to demonize my friends, it's just they never knew the context

Please don't fucking call me just to treat me like a object

I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest

Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"

They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex

I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet

Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object

Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense

Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex

Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a

Lookin' to me for your pleasure

I guess it's better than nothing

Hoping it lasts forever

Hold a sec, hold a sec

Music fadin' out but I got more to say, more to say

How can I convince you that there's more to me than what you see

How do I communicate, it's poisoned me, on repeat

I know that you're busy but just hold a sec, hold a sec

Left me out to dry but I got more to say, more to say

How can I survive when you don't want to see what's underneath

I could fucking die and they'd be mourning me despite the seethe

Is it unconditional, I think that they're just blind to me

How did I convince myself it's fine to me? I can't see

Let it fade to black, I'm thinkin' "Finally", fine to me

I guess I should learn to trust the process

I can't die if I was never living, I'm a object

I could have it any way I want, it's not a contest

Think I'm fuckin' foldin' soon, the angels tell me "not yet"

They all treat my problems like I'm tryna make an odd flex

I know I'm a pilot, I just haven't taken off yet

Complex, get the fuck away, I'm not an object

Who the fuck you foolin', you keep pullin' all this nonsense

Somethin' 'bout the way you fuck me over, that is not sex

Feelin' kinda off when you treat me like a object