CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Moderation

I took all my sick days, how’d I get in this place?
Probably restin' bitch face (Lazy)
Friday night I’m lifted, cookin' in the kitchen
No one ever listens (Baby)
Yeah, I’m alone with Satan, broke up with my boyfriend
And I went off the deep end (Crazy)
I’m still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my lipstick
Hookin' up with misfits (Jaded)

All this time, all this time
I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstacy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentratin'
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I’m great in moderation

Underneath the carpet, sleepin' with the roaches
Rollin' on the inside (Hell nah)
My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics
Frightened of the realness (Or some)
I know, I know
That I should be less honest with myself
Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin
And try to get some help

Underneath the carpets, sleepin' with the roaches
Rottin' on the inside (Glamour)
My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics
Frightened by the weirdness (Wholesome)
I know I know, that I should be less honest with myself
Box up all my feelings, put ‘em in a coffin
Or try to get some help

I'm just so bad at concentratin'
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I’m great in moderation

All this time, all this time
I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstacy and suicide

All this time, all this time
I've been tellin' everyone I'm fine
Somewhere in between
Ecstacy and suicide

I'm just so bad at concentratin'
I think I need to be sedated
I call them out on all their fake shit
They say I’m great in moderation