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cyberchondria
by po mia
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Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Your skin feels unknown
And I'm feeling lugubrious
Pick up the damn phone
A bitch going delirious
We have met before
What a coincidence
Yesterday's a blur
So is my confidence
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Try to confess to
The things you said
I just hear 'em ringing
On repeat in my head
You and I both
Are gonna wind up dead
Things can end with one shot
Just know you do mean a lot to me
Have I invalidated myself enough
Couldn't imagine saying the right stuff
And it's such a shame
Could you tell me again
What's your name
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Drunk at 4:20
Can't always be lyrical
Ran out of money
This isn't satirical
Broke, on my ass
And in need of a miracle
Drowning in poetry,
Melody, fear and bull
Shit is the only thing
Coming my way
I never feel like
I'm allowed to say
Woke up not feeling
Quite myself today
Constantly craving
things will be okay
Just sick of this conflict
This drama within
This group of people
Whom I long to fit in
Where do I even
Fathom to begin
Why does being myself
Constitute as a sin
When can I snatch up
My spot on the pedestal
Finally fed up with
Feeling so skeptical
Stretch out my psyche
Cause it ain't too flexible
C'mon, don't lie
My flow's kind of impeccable
Wrappin' up this track
Tryna make some cash
And it's time to go
Shakespearian on your ass
Cause I love thee
Like a summer's day
I wanna wish
The world away
I don't wanna hop
Off the stage
I always flip to
The last page
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Your skin feels unknown
And I'm feeling lugubrious
Pick up the damn phone
A bitch going delirious
We have met before
What a coincidence
Yesterday's a blur
So is my confidence
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Try to confess to
The things you said
I just hear 'em ringing
On repeat in my head
You and I both
Are gonna wind up dead
Things can end with one shot
Just know you do mean a lot to me
Have I invalidated myself enough
Couldn't imagine saying the right stuff
And it's such a shame
Could you tell me again
What's your name
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
Drunk at 4:20
Can't always be lyrical
Ran out of money
This isn't satirical
Broke, on my ass
And in need of a miracle
Drowning in poetry,
Melody, fear and bull
Shit is the only thing
Coming my way
I never feel like
I'm allowed to say
Woke up not feeling
Quite myself today
Constantly craving
things will be okay
Just sick of this conflict
This drama within
This group of people
Whom I long to fit in
Where do I even
Fathom to begin
Why does being myself
Constitute as a sin
When can I snatch up
My spot on the pedestal
Finally fed up with
Feeling so skeptical
Stretch out my psyche
Cause it ain't too flexible
C'mon, don't lie
My flow's kind of impeccable
Wrappin' up this track
Tryna make some cash
And it's time to go
Shakespearian on your ass
Cause I love thee
Like a summer's day
I wanna wish
The world away
I don't wanna hop
Off the stage
I always flip to
The last page
Mom says that the pills
Will give me dyskinesia
And all the pot I smoke
Can lead to Amnesia
I can't remember your face
That's my aphantasia
Can you hear the colours
They call that synaesthesia
