FML

Fuck my life and fuck yours too

And fuck this damn AC, it's hot in this room I'm recording in

A cigarette would go so hard right now

But I can't have one

But I would sit and I'd smoke

And start to self-loathe and I'd soak in that smell

Wear my shame like a coat that I'm already in

At least I could symbolize it somehow to let it out

But fuck, I'm moving cities every couple of months

And those crowds are so sweet, but coming home sucks

My roommate is messy, my ex is so up

And I'm stuck in my head where her name is brought up

So tell me what now

What's the fuckin' point of the high when the come down

Lasts me like three whole nights, and right crowd

Gets together three whole times a year

That's three hundred sixty-two days of the same shit

Acting like I care about a damn conversation

Anxious as it gets 'til I get fucking wasted

Then I get home and I sit in fear

So tell me what the fuck am I doing here?

Fuck your smile, it's before noon

So don't speak to me unless I'm asking you to

The problem is, I stayed up all night to delay right now

But it came around

Fuck, it's like the shitty leads to shittier stuff

So my car's not clean and it pisses me off

No time, no sleep, nobody to love

Fuck the ache in my chest and the air in my lungs

And tell me what now

What's the fuckin' point of the high when the come down

Lasts me like three whole nights, and the right crowd

Gets together three whole times a year

That's three hundred sixty-two days of the same shit

Acting like I care about a damn conversation

Anxious as it gets 'til I get fucking wasted

Then I get home and I sit in fear

So tell me what the fuck am I doing here?