doormat

Yeah, my time is over
I don't wanna be sober
I'mma make it hope you waiting on this stoner
'Cause they ain't ready for what's dropping in October
Yeah, my time is over
I don't wanna be sober
I'm so lonely all I wanna do is hold her
Fuck the distance, reminisce about you closer
Yeah, my time is over
Yeah, my time is over

Have you ever had a thought that just eats away your brain?
And if you decide to kill it, then you'll probably go insane?
Writing letters to yourself in hopes that it'll stop the pain
But you're livid and it's vivid when you've got nothing to gain
Bipolarity, hilarity, I'm laughing at myself
Honestly I probably shouldn't though 'cause I just need some help
Rolling sticky cause I'm sick of everything inside my cells
Find importance in the portions of the shit I'm tryna sell
And you know, you know that I've been trying fucking hard to discard the feelings that I always throw back
And I know, I know that
Loving me ain't easy, sweetie I'm as useful as a doormat
Format my brain and program me to stop
'Cause I've been so lost inside all of my crop
The rain is just falling on top of my shop
A tear in my ceiling I hope it don't drop

Caving in, I'm caving in
I do this time and time again
I'm faded now, was faded then
I'll talk to you somewhere round 10
And then you're gone and I'm alone
I pack my bong and fucking zone
There's nowhere I can call my home
There's no one I can call my own
At least I tell myself that
At least I tell myself that
At least I tell myself that
At least I tell myself that