Get a Grip

I can't comprehend

The rules you set they bend

But I'm in a panic

Redbull and Xanax

Fuck your packet mate

I'm sick of the racket

Your dogs at it

And the Televisions static

The televisions static

Sleep in the bed

Where romance is dead

Clean the sheets

And put up my feet

Is she worshiped your being worshiped

I wish you could see what I'm seeing

And I'm dancing

Your laughing

Lapping it up, gripping it up

So I take an oxy to feel foxy

While you take a pic to not feel sick

When you say yourself

You play yourself

You know what else

You fucking hate yourself

Love yourself

Get a grip

Get a grip

I need your finger tips

To feel some shit

Now look it makes me sick

I want to grip

What I need to grip

Get a grip

Get a grip

Get a grip

Get a grip

Get a grip