Moderation

(álbum: Douchebag - 2020)

I took all my sick days, how'd I get in this place
Prolly resting bitch face lazy
Friday night I'm lifted, cooking in the kitchen
No one ever listens baby
I'm alone with Satan, broke up with my boyfriend
And I went off the deep end crazy
I'm still out in Brooklyn wiping off my lipstick
Hooking up with misfits, jaded

All this time, all this time
I've been telling everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstasy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentrating
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I'm great in moderation

Underneath the carpets sleeping with the roaches
Rotting on the inside glamour
My Mom be getting nauseous when she hear my lyrics
Frightened by the weirdness wholesome
And I know and I know
That I should be less honest with myself
Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin
Or try to get some help

I'm just so bad at concentrating
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I'm great in moderation

All this time, all this time
I've been telling everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstasy and suicide

All this time, all this time
I've been telling everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstasy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentrating
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I'm great in moderation