Lyrics: Rachel Brassfield
Music: Rachel Brassfield/Louis Hahlweg
I don't wanna go
Put it off until I know
I let it burn real slow
I love a toxic kind of glow
I've been pretending that I'm healthy
I don't want no one to help me
So I smile for a selfie - post!
A suicidal soul is stealthy - mostly
I am cynical but it's getting critical
Reality is after me, might need a miracle
Ahh
Ahh
Life's been getting kind of hectic
(I ****ing hit the wall)
My skin's not feeling protective
(I wanna rip it off)
I'm in trouble now I left it
(I'm gonna leave it all)
To fester, yessir it's all gone septic
I've learned resentment is a bitch
(Imagine that)
I didn't want to scratch the itch
(And so it sat)
I've been waiting for your pitch
(I'm up to bat)
Kicking my heels I dug out a ditch
(Guess where I'm at)
Yeah I'm lying in it
I'm ****ing dying in it
Reality is catching me
I need to cry a minute
Ahh
Ahh
Life's been getting kind of hectic
(I ****ing hit the wall)
My skin's not feeling protective
(I wanna rip it off)
I'm in trouble now I left it
(I'm gonna leave it all)
To fester, yessir it's all gone septic
Somebody call a doctor
Somebody call a doctor
What is it gonna cost her?
Oh ****, I think we lost her
Life's been getting kind of hectic
(I ****ing hit the wall)
My skin's not feeling protective
(I wanna rip it off)
I'm in trouble now I left it
(I'm gonna leave it all)
To fester, yessir it's all gone septic