you're the worst

I'm so tired of being tired
Tell me does this round let me win?
I'm running out of xannies
And I'm bout to panic again

Don't know what you heard from them
But I can tell by your sudden lack of respect
I don't know what to expect
Memories I collect
I'm still in my own abyss
I'm still stuck in bed



Credits
Writer(s): Crying City
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