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Rocking up to the party, right Plastic cup for a cask of wine These days a good vibe is hard to find I ask for a cigarette, she asked for mine Got my hand in my pocket Prescription pills and I pop it Our conversation off topic She's borderline and I cross it Hand shake with these strangers Synthetic mood, feel it changing Party people get jaded Every inch of youth fading Friends I wish I was closer with Close to overdose to get closer with Disconnected, don't know the clique Feeling shit like I'm sobering I don't normally do this shit Suffocate on nangs like a lunatic Talking absolute fucking stupid shit Chewing tips off balloons and twist One gram to herself like a super bitch Fuzzing out, who's room is this? Her eyes shift like a human glitch I can see into her mind like I'm zooming in Ear worm, eight chords Why you making that face for? I made my high, you need to take more Feeling born, cut the chord Am I ever gonna get myself off the floor? Level, can you get me up to your's? I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more It's Wednesday, I'm a useless cunt Uni student, but a stupid fuck If I sleep here will they take offence? I can't pay for brunch, but okay, whatev' I'm jacking off, trying to get endorphins Son of god, like a fucking orphan Write in code, but I can't record it Normal life, but I can't afford it I can only pay attention for a couple seconds Never feeling rested, did you get my message? Climb a tower just to feel the blessing Never proud of nothing, always stressing Wrinkled ball sacks shower themselves in glory they inherited Skilled people can barely make half a living that their parents did Egos with heads so big, they bump, can't fit in the same room Downstairs pride gets so thick, can't tell tpeople hate you Reception out of chewing gum 'cause her front teeth on her cuticles Constantly checks her name tag because everyone calls her beautiful Binge drinking in the office because boss listened to your booty call The CEO smells the same as you in his shirt and tie in the cubicle Eight hours just feels too long Am I ever gonna get myself a real job? All the way to the upper floor I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something The future is illusion In the thought pollution Make excuses In the moment, you gotta zone in It's gonna feel fucked But you gotta focus Running out of doe, Call dad up, the back up, You ran up on empty, Add up the debt, Go rack up the stack, Back after sex, Blow rack after rack after rack after bed Don't get awkward with eye contact My minds on tap with vinyl strapped To the chest, rewind, recycle back To a time when I was younger When a bit of fun didn't fuck up your week In fact it's tucked where you buck up your feet In the backseat, young as fuck, 17 You can't get knocked down in cuffs The only time you got is now The question that you want is how The fuck do I do anything? Without falling prey to the little things? Writers block in this icy frost And my head hot like a tiny lock And I found the key, tried to pick the lock But I snapped it off, now I'm pissed off Stress test to achieve goals, but I always seem to just get lost Nowadays a new box reappears every time I get one ticked off Work, work, work, I need to work boy Am I ever gonna fill the gaps in this void Perfectionist at the core I need something more I need something I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something I need something more I need something more I need something more I need something more