Im pretty sure Im trying Im pretty sure im real Everything I see Everything I feel
Im nauseous and Im anxious This body feels like trash I miss my fucking love My car is filled with ash
I vacuumed it today I danced and sang along Maybe I could change things Sing a different song
IM SICK OF FUCKING RHYMING IS RHYTHM EVEN KEY EVEN AS I WRITE THIS I WRITE IT TO A BEAT
CAN YOU FEEL THE PULSE IM WRITING SICK AND EXTRA CHEESE I COULDN'T BE A VEGAN I NEED TO FUCKING EAT