Puke
I can feel it coming up when I talk
Overthinking I got acid in my throat I'm a joke
And if I'm being honest
I think that I've lost it
Pick my fingers to the bone acetone
I don't know but I can never be alone
Here I go making something of nothing
I think that I've lost it
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
Chronic panic attack can't relax
I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac it's a fact
Did I go through the motions?
Hopin' it's not hopeless
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh (You wouldn't want to see the things in my head)
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
God it makes me sick
God it makes me
God it makes me sick
God it makes me sick
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
Overthinking I got acid in my throat I'm a joke
And if I'm being honest
I think that I've lost it
Pick my fingers to the bone acetone
I don't know but I can never be alone
Here I go making something of nothing
I think that I've lost it
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
Chronic panic attack can't relax
I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac it's a fact
Did I go through the motions?
Hopin' it's not hopeless
If you could see the things inside my head
You'd close your eyes instead of watching
Whoa-oh (You wouldn't want to see the things in my head)
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
God it makes me sick
God it makes me
God it makes me sick
God it makes me sick
Oh my God it makes me sick
(Can't somebody tell me what)
Did I do to feel like this?
(I don't know what's going on)
It's getting dark in here
And no one's there to flip the switch I
Am I just too fucked up to fix?
God it makes me sick
Credits
Writer(s): Ori Dulitzki, Gabriella Grombacher, Adam Novodor, Ava Maybee Cardoso Smith, Foster Ethan Pace, Wyatt Charles Bamford Sanders
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