I feel kinda sick
Like I don’t want to smoke no more
Cuz I feel like dying
I feel like dying
But I’ll take that cig
That I turned down from your front porch
Cuz I feel like Dying
I feel like dying
Anyway
I’m not myself
But if we’re being honest then I can’t recall just how long it has been since I’ve felt like I’m anyone else
I guess I’ll take a hit
Although I know
That it’ll **** my head up even more
At least if I’m choking
Life’s less disappointing
Start to think it’s my fault
Like my standards are the issue
But that won’t go away
Oh I hope I’m dying
I hope I’m dying
Anyway
I’m not myself
But if we’re being honest then I can’t recall just how long it has been since I’ve felt like I’m anyone else
I’m not myself
When did wanting to live start to go out of fashion
You laugh and say same when I say I’m unhappy, just stop
Put your head down
No one cares now
Put your head down
Pull my hair out
No one cares now
Put my head down
No one cares now
