Life is a mess
I feel like a wreck
always so depressed
Get out of my head
Already forgot what you said

Now I’m high
Don’t know why
I feel empty inside
I hope I never die
But my body is crying goodbye

You’ll always stay the same,
like the stuttered song by everything everything.
On repeat just like your sense of defeat,
You’ve gotta be kidding me
You’ve gotta be kidding me
Turn around I’m about to leave
I don’t need you to see
while I walk away and turn you off repeat.