Slow down, cyclist

[Verse]
Turned twenty-two, tried to enjoy the view
Didn't think I'd be messing 'round with this shit
To tell you the truth, I'm over it

I'm making excuses, feeling sick
Teaching myself diagnostics
It's always something serious

[Chorus]
I'm not tryna be difficult
I just shouldn't be allowed a phone
'Cause I text you too much
And leave my medication untouched

I'm not tryna be cynical
I just feel like I'm made of love
Gotta leave you alone
'Cause I crossed the line from clever to fucked up

[Bridge]
Sit back now
Can't take my shoes off
Claim success for
Something you've done

Eat my greens
Indulge the scene
Play [?]
Until I sleep

Constantly depressed
[?]
Selling [?]
[?] death

Never take a second
Meet me out for breakfast
[?]

Now, slow down
[?]
I've pissed my jeans
You scare the shit right out of me

[Outro (spoken)]
"Things are going well today, that was great! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just sick of pretending like I'm fi-"