I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no ****in' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****ing 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 ****in' 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 ****in' cash Maybe I should take a bath, cut my ****in' brain in half I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this ****ing 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 **** around Got the rest of my life to make sound) Where to now? Got the rest