I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' 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 bong, feel good Feeling shitty in my bed, didn't take my fuckin' 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 fuckin' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fuckin' 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