Living Strange Songtext

Suicidal thoughts
I tell the taxi to drive slow
9-9-9 it's a friendly emergency
But fuck knows what I was thinking
I hang myself from the ceiling
It's a real pretty art installation
Just a cry for attention
No life, no reputation
Posthumous recognition
Shit, I'm dead but I'll still take it
Golden gates and I'll still make it
Better than this serial date shit
I'm tryna create bliss
But my head can't take it
I aim straight but I still miss
And I just can't shake it

I've got something
And there's always something wrong
If it's HD, it's too graphic for me Dumb down this realness
Leave me feeling
Nothing
Even if there's nothing wrong
On Sunday's with no dopamine
There's no happiness hanging beside me

Please
I wish you'd listen
I was speaking from the grave before they started digging
Who put me in this position
Dead and buried and entombed with my wisdom
I've gone from fine dining
To piercing a pack of gin and staying in
A one-man romantic meal
Pornhub and chill
How do you think I feel
Set fire to my ego it burst into flames
And waking up with a stranger can feel strange
Use a foreign toothbrush for two days
But her toothpaste, it tastes great
But he moved in the same way
Too bad she moved, it's too late
Now it's too late

And so if I've been living strange
'Cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to
What I'm used to

And so if I've been living strange
It's 'cause I know no better way
It's just what I'm used to
What I'm used to