I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f***ing cash

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

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f***ing s**t

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 s**tty in my bed, didn't take my f***in' meds

Hyperpop up in my ears, everything just disappears

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

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

I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no f***in' cash

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

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this f***ing s**t

Nothing that I write can make me feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to f**k 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 f**k around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Feel good