I should sober up I should give a fuck I should quit trying my luck I should find love Quit tryna buy drugs I should try searching for a pulse Try to chase that feeling I miss so much Try to feel anything for anyone Try to feel the pain that I've made so numb I'm summoning the clique in the back of the club I spent enough time on the back roads Mindset like wine, now my eyes low Hands pulling at the wheel and tryna find god No breaks, snow tires, no love Found a party in the Hills, fuck it, let's go Need to find some pills, try to let go Stomach turning like time when I hate my life Can't feel my eyes, can't feel my eyes