self loathing bouncin round like you’re a pinball
 wish i could find someone to see me under microscope
 sure i could look inside myself but
 i genuinely don't know what my heart is for
 it's getting hard to tell what the **** is anything anymore

 i won't need to know when i get
 out of it / my vessel / of bull****
 i won't need to know when i'm getting
 cremated / sweet fire of / my death bed

 i can't help but see some good inside her soul
 kinda makes me feel irresponsible
 guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy but
 i know i'm tired too of this self-pity ****
 it's feeling like a trap i can't escape

 i don't wanna die i just feel like
 i'm falling / ignoring / the problem
 i don't wanna die i just feel like
 i'm drowning / dissolving / to nothing

 to nothing
 at least for now