Hey

Hey, what if I die today?
Hey, would tears roll down your face?
Hey, I feel like such a waste
Hey, I pack my bags and chase

Getting high in my room but it's not the same as
Getting high with you, those memories are fading

Cut my wrist I'm bleeding
I feel so complacent
My life's so damn empty
Problems I got plenty

I look ugly when I cry
I don't wanna cry
Only time I feel alive
Is when I'm dying, I

Got some vices I give into
I'm so fuckin' see through
Am I even human
I can't talk to people

I'm so alone I check the corners of my eyes
But ain't nobody there
Voices tellin' me when I get high that I don't need the air
Walls can stare into your soul
I think I'ma crash and burn
Wake up and I pour some more
Oh

Hey, what if I die today?
Hey, would tears roll down your face?
Hey, I feel like such a waste
Hey, I pack my bags and chase

Getting high in my room but it's not the same as
Getting high with you, those memories are fading

Cut my wrist I'm bleeding
I feel so complacent
My life's so damn empty
Problems I got plenty