i know that im very dependant i dont like to do things alone im uncomfortable whenever im out i'd rather just stay home
i'm sure i can be exhausting i know youve got a lot to do but even though i'm to blame i'll blame the pain on you
every social network masochistic torture and im desperate for an encore from the unknowing performers
at my bedroom funeral pallbearers from profiles theyre dressed in parties and bacardis and im dressed in week old clothes
im gonna delete my facebook and take myself right back to bed i dont seem to have any friends i dont have any fucking friends
i thought it was supposed to get better when i grew up but it didnt and so instead im still wishing i was fucking dead cos i dont have any fucking friends
the armor doesnt shine quite the way it used to but i'm slowly getting used to all the things that my tongue can do
i try hard not to whine and so i sound like a try-hard and i die hard every time i am a liar so my heart's on fire
cos my heart is in my pants so the semen on my hands must be all the evidence that somehow i'm alive again
im gonna delete my facebook and take myself right back to bed i dont seem to have any friends i dont have any fucking friends
i thought it was supposed to get better when i grew up but it didnt and so instead im still wishing i was fucking dead cos i dont have any fucking friends
if all my apathys not strong enough to protect me from rejection how am i supposed to learn my lesson