I'm the poster child for sinners Afraid of the winter I bought a one-way to LAX I lost my Bible Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts Holy, I'm out of control I'm moving onto the fast life And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy Like Jekyll's out of town I'm turning into Mr. Hyde I think he'll make you cry He brings the baddest nostalgia Man, you should see him gaslight It's not a pretty sight I lost when i tried to fight him I've got to beg your pardon Everything sounds distorted Like every thought departed When everybody snorted blow Now my hobby's Airing my dirty laundry And if nobody stops me I think this wind's about to blow How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous I've officially lost it Just a flight's what it costed And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in moshpits I promise I didn't want this I can't believe I'm so lost I'm turning into Mr. Hyde I think he'll make you cry He brings the baddest nostalgia Man, you should see him gaslight It's not a pretty sight I lost when I tried to fight him