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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