Evan Sanchez - Primer

Shortness of Breath

See that was real fucked up
I got a headache
Stomachs pangs
Medical attention before I'm
Plummeting
Into a red psychosis
Until I have no coping
Mechanisms I'm hopeless
Copious amounts of fentanyl
Could never take me to heaven still
I'm hell bent
And you still went
To fuck around with your friends
To do nothing again

What is wrong with me
I'm just like her
I just want control
It ain't cool

Maybe it's just deathly FOMA
Naive got no diploma
This deathly aroma
Is it jealousy?
I never see anything in a panic
And I shouldn't care
And I shouldn't care

Breathe in
Breathe out

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Writer(s): Evan Parisi-sanchez
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