Your Parents' Money - Sex. Life. Death. I Guess It All Just Happens

Not again—
I think I’m really losing my friends
Their voices carried in with the wind—
And then there’s silence

Hollowed out—
An earache full of screaming compounds
I go to sleep to even it out
Then wake up feeling less like myself

Don’t you go do things you can’t erase
Don’t you know these aren’t your dying days?

By the way
I’m running out of good things to say—
My morning motivators are vague
I’d write a novel to string me along

Why the wait?
Everything is already fake
Everything is sample replaced
You pay for people to be on your phone

Don’t you go do things you can’t erase
Don’t you know these aren’t your dying days?
I think I figured out—I think I figured out—
I think I finally figured it out now

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Not again—
I think I’m really losing my friends
Their voices carried in with the wind—
I don’t want to be here alone…

Don’t you go do things you can’t erase
Don’t you know these aren’t your dying days?

I think I figured out—I think I figured out—
I think I finally figured it out now