Doormat

Yeah, my time is over

I don't wanna be sober

I'ma make it hope you waitin' on this stoner

'Cause they ain't ready for what's droppin' in October

Yeah, my time is over

I don't wanna be sober

I'm so lonely all I wanna do is hold her

Fuck the distance, reminisce about you closer

Yeah, my time is over

Yeah, my time is over

Have you ever had a thought that just eats away your brain?

And if you decide to kill it, then you'll probably go insane?

Writing letters to yourself in hopes that it'll stop the pain

But you're livid and it's vivid when you've got nothing to gain

Bipolarity, hilarity, I'm laughing at myself

Honestly, I probably shouldn't though 'cause I just need some help

Rollin' sticky 'cause I'm sick of everything inside my cells

Find importance in the portions of the shit I'm tryna sell

And you know, you know that

I've been trying fucking hard to discard the feelings that I always throw back

And I know, I know that

Lovin' me ain't easy, sweetie I'm as useful as a doormat

Format my brain and program me to stop

'Cause I've been so lost inside all of my crop

The rain is just falling on top of my shop

A tear in my ceiling I hope it don't drop

Caving in, I'm caving in

I do this time and time again

I'm faded now, was faded then

I'll talk to you somewhere 'round 10

And then you're gone and I'm alone

I pack my bong and fucking zone

There's nowhere I can call my home

There's no one I can call my own

At least I tell myself that

At least I tell myself that

At least I tell myself that

At least I tell myself that