I feel lost inside my home I'm on five percent on my phone I just gotta leave the city I keep a bag and it's empty What's wrong with me now? It's hard to breathe now Pills on my bed
Two hundred cigarettes Two hundred cigarettes
I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely I can't hold the heavy shit for people that don't know me I can't make the heaven for the hell inside my family I can't imagine me giving a fuck about a plan b I'm 14 with a newport sitting on my roof and laughing I wonder if I slip, will there be anyone to catch me I feel lost inside my head I have burn holes in my hands Smog covering the city The full Moon looks empty to me It's falling down on my house
