The day after you hurt feels so good
These days are the best
These days are my favorite
Load up stream and hop in chat
X real quick back to home page
Same thumbnail your pretty face
I write a hey you say my name
Think I'll sit right here all day
I don't even like these games
I'm contingent on your grace
Algorithm in my brain
I wish I could just erase
Lights out neck tilt
Got that gamer type build
Smoking out the window sill
This real life its not a drill
Picture this I'm in my head
Guilty State better off dead
All my clothes hang by a thread
But I like the way they sit
4 am coughing fit
Pillow face like be quiet
I'm not real I feel sick
Let's get high again
I wanna tell you I'm okay now
Maybe this time will be different
But the truth is in the end
Can't see beyond comprehension
Over explain my intentions
They were pure now torn like tendons
Can't forget it or accept it
Too many coincidences
Too many coincidences
The day after you hurt feels so good
These days are the best
These days are my favorite
Guilty State better off dead