I'm on a sugar crash
I ain't got no fucking cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking cash
Maybe I should take a bath
Cut my fucking 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 laid out
Got the rest of my life to fuck around
Got the rest of my life to make sound
Feel good