Burn
Serotonin, dopamine
I'm not fine, I'm coping
Rx bandages only do so much for a broke machine
Mr. Feel-Nothing
Icarus on codeine
Sobered up still dopey but I will just call it moping
Sobered up for small me
Ended up with more pills accumulating not knowing
Don't act like you check on me when you have never called me
I can't help but feel like I'm falling have I ever recovered hardly
Mommy wanted munch hausen
Look at this monster
What do you expect try to make an imposter
Lying in a Benz one day
Claiming you would run away
I don't believe in god today
Got no plans ever in your namesake
Take your pills bitch
Stop with the little threats
Or your little thrill itch
Wanting attention for all the little shit
Guess you hit my kill switch
I guess I kicked my pill itch
Now I got the pill scripts
A big list of illness
Lay down the blade and pick up your phone
Ignoring the help so you can feel you're alone
You can cut so deep, and you can cut to the bone
But out you will bleed a memory etched in a stone
Or a just thin wisp of smoke
Charred bone in a stoke
Weak to the smallest of pokes
Piled where the ash broke
Just encased in an urn
Never said I did learn
How the tides they can turn
And now the fate it will burn
I'm not fine, I'm coping
Rx bandages only do so much for a broke machine
Mr. Feel-Nothing
Icarus on codeine
Sobered up still dopey but I will just call it moping
Sobered up for small me
Ended up with more pills accumulating not knowing
Don't act like you check on me when you have never called me
I can't help but feel like I'm falling have I ever recovered hardly
Mommy wanted munch hausen
Look at this monster
What do you expect try to make an imposter
Lying in a Benz one day
Claiming you would run away
I don't believe in god today
Got no plans ever in your namesake
Take your pills bitch
Stop with the little threats
Or your little thrill itch
Wanting attention for all the little shit
Guess you hit my kill switch
I guess I kicked my pill itch
Now I got the pill scripts
A big list of illness
Lay down the blade and pick up your phone
Ignoring the help so you can feel you're alone
You can cut so deep, and you can cut to the bone
But out you will bleed a memory etched in a stone
Or a just thin wisp of smoke
Charred bone in a stoke
Weak to the smallest of pokes
Piled where the ash broke
Just encased in an urn
Never said I did learn
How the tides they can turn
And now the fate it will burn
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Rosegold
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