I just wanna cough
This shit that I've been sucking off isn't strong enough
I think I've had too much
I'm tired of this f*cking fog and hiding stuff from my mom
These habits I'm not so proud of
These habits I'm not so proud of
The haze, every f*cking day
Makes me feel like everything is okay (when it's not)
Makes me feel like I got something to say (but I forgot)
So I stopped smoking pot
But every single thought
That I allot to tear myself down
Makes me scared that I never
Fought hard enough to get myself out
I just wanna cough
This shit that I've been sucking off isn't strong enough
I think I've had too much
I'm tired of this f*cking fog and hiding stuff from my mom
These habits I'm not so proud of
These habits I'm not so proud of
What's the point?
I barely feel any joy
Uninspired and unemployed
Last month I cried cleaning out my dusty old toys (where is that boy?)
On a weekday stuck in VA
As my childhood replayed
I snuck away to get wasted in this home I wasted
Can I go back to my lonely basement?
Back to the life I forgot?
Relive the time that I lost?
And try again from the top?
I'd trade it all
I just wanna cough
This shit that I've been sucking off isn't strong enough
I think I've had too much
I'm tired of this f*cking fog and hiding stuff from my mom
These habits I'm not so proud of
These habits I'm not so proud of"