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I took all my sick days, how'd I get in this place Probably restin' bitch face Lazy Friday night I'm lifted, cookin' in the kitchen No one ever listens Baby Yeah, I'm alone with Satan, broke up with my?boyfriend And?I?went off the?deep end Crazy I'm?still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my lipstick Hookin' up with misfits Jaded Refrain All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide Chorus I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I'm great in moderation Verse 2 Underneath the carpet, sleepin' with the roaches Rollin' on the inside Hell nah My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics Frightened of the realness Or some I know, I know That I should be less honest with myself Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin And try to get some help Underneath the carpets, sleepin' with the roaches Rottin' on the inside Glamour My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics Frightened by the weirdness Wholesome I know I know, that I should be less honest with myself Box up all my feelings, put 'em in a coffin Or try to get some help Chorus I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I'm great in moderation Refrain All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide All this time, all this time I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine Somewhere in between Ecstacy and suicide Chorus I'm just so bad at concentratin' I think I need to be sedated I call them out on all their fake shit They say I'm great in moderation