1990

You worry about things
That never come to pass
At night, you're all alone
A slave to your cell phone

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you're used up
You're outta luck and had enough

I had a friend who
Reminds me of you
He blew his top
He split his seam
And that's the end it seems

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you're used up
You're outta luck and had enough

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you're used up
You're outta luck and had enough

Had enough
Had enough
Had enough



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Fisher, Luke John Cowman Bentham
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