MANIC•PIXIE•DREAM•GIRL - Rage Cage Lyrics

I know you hate my f*cking guts
So do I, and it's getting tiring
Passing out when the sun comes up
This is the fourth day straight
I've eaten seven dollar pasta, for every single meal

Think I'm coming apart, please stitch me back together
And I only wish you think of me when I'm strung out

I feel bad for my friends, for having to deal with me
I can barely breathe I'm out of shape or it's the late night cigarettes
Am I getting over it?
I'm ruining my body or whatever the hell is left

I'm going out of my mind
Kinda wanna die
But only when I miss you dearly
Drinking isn't dealing, but it's how I deal
And I know it's sad, I know it's sad I know it's sad, I know