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Verse 1
You say you hate me
Well, I bet I hate myself more
Your comments don't phase me
And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore
The thoughts subside
I'm able to push through for one night more
But suicide is creeping up on my back door
I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore
This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core
I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting
Can't stand the smell anymore Can't stand the smell anymore

Pre-Chorus
I'm making out with death
Every day I'm isolated
Is another baby step
To full-on seduction
The way my walls cave in
Would make you think this house is haunted
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
Would make you think that I had brushed them

Chorus
My teenage years are meaningless
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
And I can't go outside
Without thinking I could die
My formative years are wasted
Even if the president won't face it
And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it

Verse 2
I've been fighting illness
Since I was about eight years old
But it's not physical, baby
It's one hundred percent mental, ahh
Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself
Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf

Pre-Chorus
I'm making out with death
Every day I'm isolated
Is another baby step
To full-on seduction
The way my walls cave in
Would make you think this house is haunted
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
Would make you think that I had brushed them

Chorus
My teenage years are meaningless
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
And I can't go outside
Without thinking I could die
My formative years are wasted
Even if the president won't face it
And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it

Bridge
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak I'm making out with death
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing Every day I'm isolated
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak Is another baby step
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing To full-on seduction
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak The way my walls cave in
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing Would make you think this house is haunted
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing Would make you think that I had brushed them

Outro
My teenage years are meaningless
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
I'm making out with death
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
Every day I'm isolated
My teenage years are meaningless
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
Is another baby step
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
To full-on seduction
My teenage years are meaningless
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
The way my walls cave in
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing
Would make you think this house is haunted
My teenage years are meaningless
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
But my brain is dead
Would make you think that I had–