Missed texts haunt my phone again
Retail therapist, I’m spent
And I wish I didn’t fuck up, everytime I said I’ve grown up Can’t help that I’m so self obsessed
Still drunk on the bathroom floor Cut my hair when I get bored Think I’m an emotional masochist it doesn't get better than this
But I’m fucking fine I promise
Self inflicted misery, my own casualty Can’t resist this, let me be a tragedy
Wasting away between my sheets
Got time to kill but not to sleep
Wish I could put my phone down, addicted to the burnout My self control is obsolete
Still drunk on the bathroom floor Cut my hair when I get bored Think I’m an emotional masochist it doesn't get better than this
But I’m fucking fine I promise
Self inflicted misery, my own casualty Can’t resist this, let me be a tragedy
But I’m fucking fine I promise
Self inflicted misery, my own casualty Can’t resist this, let me be a tragedy
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