Letras
Working on my god complex, no in between
I'm feeling like a goddamn mess, deep spiraling
I clench my teeth and smile, I've been stable for a while
And I've got a feeling I'm not in the clear
Chill out, it's not that big of a deal
Calm down, not all your feelings are real
Come on, bitch, get over yourself
I'm in hell, goddamn it
I'm so sorry I can hardly
Look myself in the mirror
I'm so fucking weird
Come on over, I'm too sober
Can't get high off my tears
Must be a good day to be my dealer
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da)
Just got back on my Prozac, still freaking out
I'm pacing round the CVS, God, help me now
It might be in my head, but I'm running out of friends
No, who can blame 'em? I can be a lot
Come on, bitch, get over yourself
I'm in hell, goddamn it
I'm so sorry I can hardly
Look myself in the mirror
I'm so fucking weird
Come on over, I'm too sober
Can't get high off my tears
Must be a good day to be my dealer
I'm so sorry, pity party
All my demons are here
Talking in my ear
Come on over, I'm too sober
Can't get high off my tears
Must be a good day to be my dealer
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da)
(To be my dealer)
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da)
Working on my god complex, deep spiraling I'm