8 Ball

I can meditate all day but I still wanna kill myself,
You guys really don't understand what alone means.
You're loud and you're stoned and yes, I'm alone,
But I'm not lonely

I got these new age problems, yeah,
They don't exist.
You can tell me I'm in trouble but
I must insist

Your eightball fucking lied to you
You won't grow up, you have no clue
We're rotting from the inside out
I can't catch up, I have my doubts
I have my doubts, I have my doubts

Quickly now, get it out, get it out before the feeling dies
If I've got such a great life why can't I realize?
I just stretch and I moan and I sit on my phone
And I waste it away

And I guess that's okay
If we all say
Hey, it's not me

Your eightball fucking lied to you
You won't grow up, you have no clue
We're rotting from the inside out
I can't catch up, I have my doubts
I have my doubts, I have my doubts
Your eightball fucking lied to you
You won't grow up, you have no clue
We're rotting from the inside out
I can't catch up, I have my doubts
I have my doubts, I have my doubts



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Writer(s): Chelsey Richard
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