I Think I'm Getting Dementia, Dude

I'm so tired of these headaches

An excuse to smoke myself dumb

I guess I'm successful

But not at the things I love

I'm so sick of caffeine shakes

And suffering eight hours a day

Can I swing by your place

We can do nothing, we can do nothing, we can do nothing

It's not worth discussing

Trapped in this doom scroll of my life

Disassociating

Forgetting always feels so nice

Over medicating

Liver degrading

Brain cells are fading

I know that I hate it

I can't keep on faking

I know that I hate it, I know that I hate it

I'm so tired of these headaches

An excuse to smoke myself dumb

I guess I'm successful

At losing all these things I love

I'm so sick of myself

Can I swing by your house

We can sit around and be by ourselves

We can do nothing, we can do nothing

I want to be nothing, I want to be nothing