I′m on a sugar crash

I ain't got no fuckin′ cash

Maybe I should take a bathCut my fuckin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit

Tired of this fucking shit

Nothing that I write can make me

Feel good

Victim of the great machine

In love with everything I see

Neon lights surrounding me

I indulge in luxury

Everything I do is wrong

′Cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong, hit the b-b-b-b-b

Feel good

Feeling shitty in my bed

Didn′t take my fuckin' 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 fucking shit

Nothing that I write can make me

Feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just spread 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