Lyrics: Kaeden Bowman
Music: Kaeden Bowman
I take life as a joke that I never understood
A momentary disappointment 'til you're gone for good
My father died when I was 3, I never thought I could
Until a year ago my bubble burst and there I stood
In the face of adversity
Looking hellishly cursed
In the epiphany of burden
I knew would leave me shook
So what the **** do I do?
When I get a text from my friend
Who's having sex with my ex
That I used to vent about frantically
That shit's in the past to me
Keeps coming back to mΠ΅
This life is a drag to me
Do not have capacity to
Keep floating down this ****ing Π΅ndless catastrophe
I know it won't matter but it has to mean something
It's more than just a feeling that I'm obsessed with
A drug is the reason that I've been blessed with...
These words, they hurt
I know they lurk
I know the shit I said should
Feel the worst
And I'm conscious of it
I watch my friends turn to addicts
"My own mother's been hiding inside the attic"
Digging my grave, might as well while I'm at it
My ex girlfriend is seemingly manic
I'm prone to a panic
I'm out of my mind and
I've ****ing had it up to here
With the shit that everyone says about me
Yeah, like just imagine
Not being able to eat like a normal person, see...
Before you say "Rest in Peace"
I got some things up my sleeve
The sleight of hand like I breathe
The magic dust in my teeth
I smoked a lot of that reefer
Now I think that I'm reaping
Consequences that you would never
Even start to believe
I'm on the tenth cloud
Perceptual difference
I'm losing my interests
To feeling indifferent
If there's Hell, then I'm in it
Still been stuck in a simulation
I'm done when I'm finished
****, I said I'm done when I'm done
Put the back of my thumb
Back inside of her cunt
Now I'm back on the run
And now I'm seemingly upsetting everyone that I want
So here's a friendly reminder that you can suck on my d**k
You're a C+ on a good day
Cause you're b***h made
Need a Bengay
For your fat face
It's a rat race
Get your ass slapped for the cheese
Bet you'll end up ****ing dead
On the back page
Refuse to take a look inside of the mirror
Tyler Durden, how you seem to appear
And then revere in yourself
Because you're so insincere
Hold my beer
I need to take a ****ing piss in your ear
Your brain is empty like I'm walking inside of a Sear's
The way you speak is antiquated like Bra to Brassier
Every day, I burn myself a bit to see if I sear
Used to look inside the mirror for my girl but I don't see her