You could be dead
You could be happy
You could forget me
Really I hope so
Don't want you sad
Don't want you missing me like I do you
Hope you got biscuits and seafood
Don't think of me when you see food
Baby I saw you in that cage and I heard you cry
Baby I saw that car drive away and I wanted to
Cry
That was the worst part of all
Baby it wasn't your fault
You were my bestie
You came from the gutter and got through it all
Hope you're all warm and you're full of love
Sleep next to cuties with hugs
Baby I don't know where you're living now but I hope you're living now
Baby I saw a picture of you and I'm triggered now
I miss my lil special kitty now
Addicted to pills and the booze
Addicted to people that's treating me bad
Addicted to drama and internet
Addicted to working and nicotine and not taking time for my needs
Addicted to music, depression
Addicted to not eating properly
Addicted to loneliness and manic energy and weed and pills and not taking time to chill
Internet I get my hit
Panic attack I get my hit
Studio I get my hit
I get my hit I get my hit
In the bed I get my hit
In my head I get my hit
Giving head I get my hit
I get my hit I get my hit
Twitter feed I get my hit
Anxiety I get my hit
Stupid shit I get my hit
I get my hit I get my hit
USB I get my hit
PTSD I get my hit
ADHD, I get my hit
I get my hit I get my hit