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I got so much anger and I don't know what to do with it Cutie like Topanga and I know he wants to ruin it Shit-eating grin yeah He knows that I'm full of it I want him to hurt me He likes how I'm using him Self-hate as a form of self-obsession Self-harm as a form of self-expression Sex object yes I am a lethal weapon C'mon baby touch it But don't you catch a possession Get me in the foreground that's my foreplay Want all the attention 'til he's standing in my doorway I can't keep a lover or a friend or a tour date Ruin everything I think fucking up is my forte (Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only...) I am the problem Walk in the room like I am the problem What do you call it? I am the- Do we have a- Problem I am the problem Walk in the room like Who's gonna solve it (Problem) I am the problem I am the- Do we have a- And I'm tryna get it in control like z Tryna let it go tryna own up to my needs But I don't owe none of you bitches A single fucking thing So I'm not picking up the phone Unless it's strangers in my feed Feed me It's all so easy To leave you all behind Even I don't wanna see me Bitches can't touch me Put it on repeat I am the problem Read it and weep Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I wail on that bitch like Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I bury that bitch like Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I'm carrying shit like Nail in the coffin I do it to 'em like often Off 'em Watch out I'm not properly socialized Full of microplastics and Prone to going in overdrive Toxic in ways that even I Cannot fully vocalize Talking shit you better Come and find me or don't What do I care Everyone I love ends up Starring in my nightmares Wake myself up screaming Like I'm stuck up in a highchair Inner child, little demons Run free in the timeshare Rent-free in my mind I still remember like I'm right there Not the details but the feeling Diagnoses ruining my life So is this healing Pull away I leave them all behind That's how I'm helping Starving out the mess That I make of human connection I'm deflecting Yes I use self-awareness As a means of protecting Myself from the pain of real change And I'm projecting My flaws into work The circle spirals into legend How do I get out If what I want is gonna end me I am the problem Walk in the room like I am the problem What do you call it? I am the- Do we have a- Problem I am the problem Walk in the room like Who's gonna solve it (Problem) I am the problem I am the- Do we have a- And I'm tryna get it in control like z Tryna let it go tryna own up to my needs But I don't owe none of you bitches A single fucking thing So I'm not picking up the phone Unless it's strangers in my feed Feed me It's all so easy To leave you all behind Even I don't wanna see me Bitches can't touch me Put it on repeat I am the problem Read it and weep Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I wail on that bitch like Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I bury that bitch like Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! Wail! And I'm carrying shit like Nail in the coffin I do it to 'em like often Off 'em Go head mama won't you shake it Bring the hoedown to the tabletop Bring the bacon home Can you break it down Four seconds to break The sound barrier to entry No one cares and that's your superpower You've got everything to prove To no one but yourself And you've got everywhere to move You'd better move your mouth And you've got nothing left to lose Except all of your doubt I mean you don't believe in luck And here you are Dumbfounded, duck-footed Dumbstruck, dummy Shit's so bleak it's actually funny Reckless, resentful Still I get this money I make the way They say "Yes I'm coming" I am the roster What has become of the popstar? Nasty poser it's my posture Hand out, it's not an offer
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