Nah there is not many reasons left
But I'm still doing this, can't stop doing this
Nah I can't stop, nah I'm too obsessed
World out there ruthless, world out there cold
Waste time kidding myself I bet
I'm selling my soul, thinking i'm bold
Thinking I'm chosen, I am a mess
Fate is woven, silk dress
'Cause I'm sick, I'm so sick
And I love drugs, I love drugs
I love paper
'Cause I'm sick, I'm so sick
I love drugs, I love drugs
I love paper
(I love hate)
(Can you feel the eyes shifting direction?)
Nah there is not many reasons left
But I'm still doing this, can't stop doing this
Nah I can't stop, nah I'm too obsessed
I can't stop, but I'm out of breath
N-N-Nah I felt death, I swear I felt it
It was comforting
It's woven, silk dress
'Cause I'm sick, I'm so sick
And I love drugs, I love drugs
I love paper
'Cause I'm sick, I'm so sick
I love drugs, I love drugs
I love paper
And I can't keep running on my own
(On my own)
Where'd my friends go? (Where'd they go?)
And I can't keep running on my own (On my own)
Where'd my friends go? (Go)
It's the cursive, It's the pondering
It's not hurting, but It's not comforting
It's the cursive, It's the pondering
It's not hurting, but It's not comforting
It's the cursive, It's the pondering
It's not hurting, but It's not comforting