This fabulous straw
That rules for a lifetime
Which dictates our week
And punishes daily
We struggle to breathe
And say we're allergic
We're broken and broke
And excessively nervous
My friends and I are already
Turning against ourselves
We're waking up to the fact
We're dying without seeking help
There's blood in your mouth
From numbing your insides
You say you're okay
Your wallet says otherwise
We don't want to support
Violent exploitation
But we're too selfish to care
More concerned with our faces
My friends and I are already
Throwing up every night
We're growing sick of trying to quit
Turning our skin pale white
My friends and I are already
Halfway to the hospital
His lips are blue and I'm hearing you
Screaming I won't let you die