Haven't felt right in a week
And I'm thinning out
And it hurts bad
I gotta get back

Hot head and dreamless sleep
I could just slip down
And on the wrong track
I gotta get back

I wanna spend the entire year
Just face down
And on my own time
I wanna waste mine

And spend the rest of it asking myself
"Is this who you are? "
And I don't know
It just feels gross

I don't think there's anything wrong
I don't think there's anything wrong
And I don't think there's anything wrong
I don't think there's anything wrong

Sunlight on the back of my arms
Just thins me out
To a different time
I wanna waste mine