I'm on a sugar crash

I ain't got no fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this fkin' 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

Except 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 fkin' 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 fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this fkin' shit

Nothing that I write can make me feel good

I'm on a sugar crash

I ain't got no fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this fkin' 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

Except 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 fkin' 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 fkin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath

Cut my fkin' brain in half

I'm not lonely

Just a bit tired of this fkin' shit

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 fk around

Got the rest of my life to make sound

Feel good