dont touch me i feel weird
I'm passive aggressive to myself like my father
Try to get loud like his voice when he's hotter
A mother who's pressed while her son can't bother
He's too lost in his weed, taking dabs like water
Couldn't offer an excuse for being high, it's just my type
So when I lick the fuckin venom I'm not doing it for hype
So I alter my condition give it out for the likes
I've got superficial shit like posting poems i'd write
Like are you even what I like? Or am I doing it for spite?
Tryna bleed my own suspicion like I'm searching for light
And I hate my fucking life, 22 with some angst
Got my fingers in my cheek and my breath is smelling rank
But I'm supposed to be a working individual
I burn the past so that I feed the ghosts
I'm putting on weight, I smell the burnt toast
I feel I'm stuck I'm in and engrossed
Can't carve my own flesh, serpent's stuck in the host
I haven't felt my self in a really long time
It's really been a fuckin minute since I'm lost in my mind
Thank god I graduated, got the fuck out Anaheim
So I can't be the fucking clown that you all want to pantomime
But I
When the soil forgets to breathe, she turns inward
Her femininity is trapped beneath a hollow shell
(Alice I love you)
But when she breaks out
There is truly nowhere to go
But Up
Try to get loud like his voice when he's hotter
A mother who's pressed while her son can't bother
He's too lost in his weed, taking dabs like water
Couldn't offer an excuse for being high, it's just my type
So when I lick the fuckin venom I'm not doing it for hype
So I alter my condition give it out for the likes
I've got superficial shit like posting poems i'd write
Like are you even what I like? Or am I doing it for spite?
Tryna bleed my own suspicion like I'm searching for light
And I hate my fucking life, 22 with some angst
Got my fingers in my cheek and my breath is smelling rank
But I'm supposed to be a working individual
I burn the past so that I feed the ghosts
I'm putting on weight, I smell the burnt toast
I feel I'm stuck I'm in and engrossed
Can't carve my own flesh, serpent's stuck in the host
I haven't felt my self in a really long time
It's really been a fuckin minute since I'm lost in my mind
Thank god I graduated, got the fuck out Anaheim
So I can't be the fucking clown that you all want to pantomime
But I
When the soil forgets to breathe, she turns inward
Her femininity is trapped beneath a hollow shell
(Alice I love you)
But when she breaks out
There is truly nowhere to go
But Up
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Writer(s): Jack Brenner
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