Moderation

My mom be getting nauseous when she hear my lyrics

I took all my sick days

How'd I get in this place

Probably resting b*tch face lazy

Friday night I'm lifted

Cooking in the kitchen no one ever listens baby

Yeah I'm alone with Satan

Broke up with my boyfriend

And I went off the deep end crazy

I'm still out in Brooklyn wiping off my lipstick

Hooking up with misfits jaded

All this time all this time

I've been telling everyone I'm fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstasy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentrating

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake s**t

They say I'm great in moderation

Underneath the carpets sleeping with the roaches

Rotting on the inside glamour

Frightened by the weirdness wholesome

I know I know

That I should be less honest with myself

Box up all the feelings put 'em in a coffin

Or try to get some help

I'm just so bad at concentrating

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake s**t

They say I'm great in moderation

All this time all this time

I've been telling everyone I'm fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstasy and suicide

All this time all this time

I've been telling everyone I'm fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstasy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentrating

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake s**t