How many times
How many times
How many times did I have to write about suicide just so I wouldn't do it?
Like every night.
Convincing myself I didn't like the idea
Flush depression out and it re-ups
Psychiatrists are my dealers
As I’m rhyming this I’m drinking from a tea cup with my demons
I wish you could meet us
But you’d probably have to be us

Your arms are bandages but you’re also what the damage is from
We fight each other like savages
I think our paths were an accident
I don’t think this was suppose to happen at all
cuz we were I was from the back left and you were from the front right
cuz I’m a reclusive going in the wrong direction and you’re naturally in the spotlight going in the right direction
Maybe this is life’s correction
But I won't let you slip by
I wont letch ya’

I’m addicted to you and now I got some sort of home sickness making me feel like **** so ******* for making me love you...
Until you’re close enough for me to hug you again
Psychiatrists are my dealers
Re-ups after re-ups

Up the dosage
Just enough to O.D

Drinking tea cups with my demons
People can meet us
Try to give give us advice but unless they figure out a way to be us,
they’ll never understand
Never understand
Never understand
I swear my angels come and laugh
Until I pull up their masks
Their masks


******* for making me love you
******* for making me love you
**** your for making me love you

Up the dosage

“You’re developing psychosis”

I know this
**** reality
I don’t wanna hold this