going on six weeks, haven't bathed
i feel alive
every time i run the water...
...the steam... it gets in my eyes
and melancholy memories flood of last time i cried
ion wanna think
i'll continue wasting my time

grape gatorade
jolty is how they find me
complaining about this place
hardly h8 it
just saw a dime piece
u kno that i've been in binding
my hands are hurting, they're binded
tryna find people like me is why i can't keep up writing

but realistically aren't we subjected to the same shit?
hyped up when u write me then humbled again when lanes switch
text me every thirty minutes talkin how u h8 ur dayshift
ion kno, nothing's changing
u might as well get ur days switched

talk this bullshit like i'm loudly tryna say something in meaning
but honestly just meaning to put out something when grieving
sadness as my soil
ur toxic, u'll kill my breathing
carbon dioxide goth girl strangling all my feelings

quarter gram of E!
make sure to cut that bitch in fourths
from the moment saw ur teeth knew that shit couldn't get much worse
rain pouring, i still speed
i'm looking 2 crash of course
feels like forever i been me turtle coated in a blur

i'm so toxic
obnoxious
from the moment that u walked in this mosh pit seen u glaring
i'll be honest...
,..,.i want ya
but if history repeats i'ma wish i never fuckin saw ya