​​changes (pt. 2)

[Intro]
Made changes
(I know I've said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin' sicker)

[Verse 1]
Ayy
Ball seven times a day
Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display
And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me?
I was such a sad kid
Bring your guillotine, let's rewind it like a bad dream
Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine
Lost a year of my life
'Cause I'm Third Eye Blind
Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans
Overused for that paper for the gram
Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping
Need, like, three sermons to get through the day
Allergic to lies, I'm always in hives
But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own
Slept over in my kitchen
The roaches ate my chicken
I flamed those little wings
Call it Kentucky-fried

[Outro]
Made changes