THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
PROZAC PERFECT
Prozac perfect
Don’t care what’s on tv
Need something to make me
Feel like nothings wrong with me
I'm an addict to the buzzin on my phone
Why do I hate being alone
Blackout sober
While I’m going under
Smiling on the outside
But dying on the inside
Anything to get by
Trying not to flatline
Does anybody feel like this oh shit
I think I’m losing it
Smiling on the outside
But dying on the inside
Dropped my Pick inside my acoustic guitar
Gets me so red I wanna smash it on my car
Hey Mr. Tuesday therapy
Getting rich off my anxiety
I’ll sleep in til the world ends
Wake me when it’s over
I’m Marilyn Manson my hotel room
Howling underneath a full moon
Gold tooth smile just like I can’t lose
But it’s rusting through
I can fix my flaws
I can break the laws
I can paint the walls
But it’s chippin
I can flex with cars
I can smoke cigars
I can pose with stars
But who cares
LOSER (FEAT. BRYCE FOX)
I’m getting really sick of the pretend
This plastic fruit just fits right in
Peer pressure giving me the spins
Gorilla suit but I'm a chimp
I'm way too old for this
Keeping up with the socials masokist
You don’t even know what anxious is
I know it’s hard to imagine
I’d rather be a loser
Than be just like you
Tell me when’d you get so cool
I’d rather be a loser
Than be just like you
I don’t need a spot in your crew
There’s a party upside inside my head
With these invisible friends
I'm having the time of my life
If you don’t mind If you don’t mind
I’d rather be a loser
Yeah, I'd rather be a loser
I just wanna keep to myself
Don’t need a trophy up on that shelf
I don’t need the wine with the cheese plate
Hell, I can feed myself
With a pool full of pills
On the real
Not the one to act like everything greats
Hollywood cosplay everything fake
I know that life gets petty
But it’s not so heavy
When I put that L to my face
Give me some space
You can have the rest of cake
Get this off chest need a break
Why does it bother you
Why does it bother you
ANTISOCIAL
I use to go to parties
I use to drive my car
I use to talk to people
I use to really wanna be a rockstar
But now my weekdays turn into weekends
Can't differentiate the morning from the evenings
To hell with YOLO
I got no FOMO
Notifications all disabled on my phone
You make me
Antisocial
My neighbors think I’m dead
I’m slipping off the grid
Not seeing anybody
Antisocial
Don’t know what day it is
l’m losing all my friends
But saving so much money
The best description of my current mood
Is I think I hate everybody but you
Antisocial you’re making
Antisocial
Tell em I joined the circus
Tell em that I changed my name
Tell em it was a crisis
And jumped out the window panes
Is this the good, life having no life
Not posting any pictures getting no likes
To hell with YOLO
I got no FOMO
Notifications all disable on phonE
Antisocial
But, I think I like it
I think I like it
Yeah
SOMETIMES PEOPLE SUCK
We used to be best friends
Like brothers til the end
Same hollywood dreams going way back
Got the same tattoos
Of the Motley Crue
Tommy Lee, Nikki Six with a soul patch
So it’s hard to contemplate
How you could find a way
To wreck my life
And end up with my girlfriend
Don’t need a college degree
A major in psychology
Just to see
Honestly
Sometimes people suck
It’s just the kind of world we’re in
Don’t think there’s a medicine
For selfishness
In the end
Sometimes people suck
Yeah, I really think you suck
You suck
Maybe I should get a dog
Maybe I should quit my job
Middle finger to the boss
On the way out
Shave my head like Britney
Singing out
Hit me baby
Right in the face now
It’s hard to comprehend
Wearing rose colored glasses
No I just can’t pretend
This life’s not full of asses
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough
Maybe it’s my bad luck, but I just think
Sometimes people suck
BITTERSWEET (FEAT. DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL)
I’m straddling this yellow line
Twice the road in half the time
Feeling every jagged mile/
Claw its way between us
And I’m headed straight for something good
But it doesn’t feel like I thought it would
They’ve handed my me hopes and dreams
And I’m still falling to pieces
Now there’s no turning back
Just say it’s not so bad
God knows how close I’ve come
The taste of it is on my tongue
And it’s
Bittersweet
Distance is killing me
Can’t stop
Feeling like I'm on a rollercoaster
But I never want it to be over
Bittersweet
Wish you were next to me
Why not
Never really felt a love this tragic
I’m getting everything but what we have
It’s bittersweet
This light on me is catching fire
I don’t think I could get much higher
Memories are so alive
I wish that I could keep em
It’s all smiling faces big hotels
Getting wasted by myself
How can heaven hurt like hell
I'm thinking you’re the reason
It’s so
Now there’s no turning back
Just say it’s not so bad
God knows how close I’ve come
The taste of it is on my tongue
And it’s
Bittersweet
MADE YOU COOL
I don’t get what all the hype is
You don’t even know what nice is
I remember when you were the shy kid
Now you’re climbing
And it’s sad
Cause we could’ve been the bestest
But then you got all selfish
Say you don’t remember where your knife is
Oh you left it
In my back
I feel used like a cheap pair a shoes
Yeah my skin’s turning red
Trying to scratch off this tattoo
I feel wrecked smashing shit in my head
Screaming under my breath
Oh god what did I do
I made you cool
I regret it
I made you cool
Don’t forget it
Can’t believe you jacked all of my friends
Karma’s gonna get you in the end
I hate that I made you cool
When did you get so obnoxious
You walk in and i get nauseous
Call it whatever you want to call it
But don’t call us friends
I feel used pulling my parachute
Wishing we never met
Burning photos of you
Are you numb enough yet
Can you sleep at night
You’re a little shit don’t even lie
Yeah I only I know you’re fake inside
Don’t even lie
(I'm wondering why)
SPACED OUT (FEAT. NICK WHEELER)
I been all in my head
Wide awake in my bed
Everything we said on repeat
Am I really that guy
I been thinking ‘bout why
You needing some time
Just kills me
This shit is cold as icE
You’re not being very nice
While you’re up there on cloud 9
I’m under the power lines
Head in my hoodie, an american reject
We played out their records
When things were better
Now all of the love songs sound so stupid
We’re too close to be far away
I know you need a little space right now
But I’m spaced out
Spaced out
I’m starting to hate
Us taking a break
And I keep getting wasted on time
Why does it feel like your heart’s doing better than mine
NICOTINE BUZZ
Everytime your lips leave a stain
Right here on my neck
Chemicals trigger my brain
Yeah it's like a
Hit I can’t remember where I am
Spinnin circles
Poison labeled heaven in a can
But damn it's worth it
Oh you’re like my nicotine
This cigarette is killing me
But I just want you down inside my lungs
Oh they say you live and learn
I guess I’m stupid, eyes are burned
Cause I just keep on staring at the sun
Looking for my nicotine buzz
Oh oh
Loving you is spit in the wind
Always blows back in my face
Doing it again and again
Tell me you relate
I find myself in the drive-thru
Eating feelings
Crying to my exes, like a loser
Heart is bleeding
BAD NEWS
I wake up in the morning feeling like I got a gun to my head
My head
Life is full of land mines always gotta watch where ya step
Ya step (boom)
Running with scissors
This bottle’s such a good kisser
Wish I could tell all the misery to just stop
The way that I’m living
Is dangerously unforgiving
I’m always wait for something else to drop
It’s bad bad news
It hits me in my jugular
Triggers all my crazy
Trouble is a traveler
It’s always
Bad bad bad news
It’s always bad bad bad news
I’m swallowing the medicine yeah anything that’s left on the shelf
The shelf
But scrolling through the interweb suddenly feels bad for my health
What the hell
Dancing with razors
Each day taking a sliver
This rate there won’t be much left of me at all
I’m running and I’m trying
These little devils they find me
They let the world crucify me to the wall
CAN’T TAKE ME ANYWHERE
I am a wrecking ball
I am a hand grenade
‘Cause once you pull the pin
You better walk away
Can’t take me anywhere
You better leave me home
Don’t need the sabotage
I do it on my own
My mama told me once
My daddy told me twice
If you like trouble baby
Then I’m your paradise
You wanna take me here
You wanna take me there
But Imma warn you now
Can't take me anywhere
It’s 2am I’m bouncing off the ceiling
Don’t need the drugs to send me off the deep end
Not sure you really want me as your boyfriend
Your stupid friends might think that I’m annoying
I’m messed up
I like it
Not perfect
I tried it
It’s everybody else that’s in the closet
Trying hide it
I’m sick of lying
No I can’t fake it til it makes me feels like dying
I’m really good at being good for nothing
You might get canceled just because we’re something
I wouldn’t blame you if took off running
I’m drinking holy water self-destructing
TOILET PAPER MONEY (A$$HOLE ANTHEM)
Toilet paper money
It’s always sunny
So many zeros that it just ain’t funny
Don’t even know what to do with it
So I put my millions in some cannabis
Toilet paper money
Sweet as honey
7 billion people yeah I just got lucky
Name it and claim it I'm the poster kid
Yeah, I'm only taking friends with the benefits
Lamborghini selfies
Fingers going bling bling
Wifey like a dime piece
Plastic made it possible
Enjoying all the finer things
Stack it like a dynasty
No it didn’t hurt
I won the geographic lottery
Isn’t life so good
Isn’t life so good
When you don’t have to think about anybody else
Isn’t life so good
Isn’t life so good
Isn’t it good
Toilet paper money
Golden undies
Wiping my hiney with a handful of hundies
Maybe I'll start a new charity
So I, I can party with celebrities
I work out for a living
Nothin that I’m missing
Haven’t seen my momma since about Thanksgiving
Probably shoulda called her
Sent a couple dollars
Nah, I’ll just keep it in my pocket like a baller
M-O-N-E-Y
I fill my car with it
M-O-N-E-Y
I reach the stars with it
Who needs a soul
When ya, you got the gold, yeah
M-O-N-E-Y Y Y
M-O-N-E-Y
I love the smell of it
M-O-N-E-Y
Greener than fresh lettuce
Not gonna lie
I get a high off the
M-O-N-E-Y Y Y
OUT OF MY LEAGUE
You can walk on me
Cause I’m less than dirt
Do I turn you on in my weezer shirt
I’m a tv dinner to your surf n turf
If you break my heart it’s what I deserve
You’re like a Ferrari, lookin like a full grown Barbie
I can’t go another year
In my Chevy Cavalier
No invite to the party
You’re so out of my league
So out of my league
Baby
Tell me what you want from me
You’re so out of my leagu
So hard to believe
Baby
I know you’re too good for me
Outta luck
I can’t buy you much
I apologize cause I know it sucks
If I take you out then we’re going dutch
There’s no growing up I’m like toys r us
You’re too good for me
Too, too good for me
You’re too good for me
I know you’re too good for me
Your half smile’s telling me their might be no hope
Got my love life feeling like a practical joke
Your half smile’s telling me their might be no hope
You’re what I think I need
But are you the cure of my disease
HARDLY IN LOVE
We met at the wrong time at the right place
But who could’ve know it
Hindsight the red lights were all flashing
A warning
It’s not you
It’s just me
I was never meant to be
Your one and only
I'm not in love
I’m just lonely
Hardly in lovE
I’m just lonely
I don’t think it’s fair to use you like that
I don’t think it’s fair to use you like that
I'm not in love
I’m just lonely
Hardly in love
I’m just lonely
I don’t think it’s fair to use you like that
I don’t think it’s fair to use you like that
My head and my heart were two ships
Wind torn on the water
I'd be selfish to keep you
Regardless
Oh if you hate me I would understand
I'd hate me too
Oh it was never anything I planned
To tell you the truth
33 (GOOD DIE YOUNG)
You never know
Until you know
When the bed’s left empty on the other side
Waking up
All alone
Nightmare with open eyes
Hanging by a heart string
Almost busted
I don’t got a single word
I got nothing
What is this reality
I don’t trust it
I don’t trust it
I hate to say goodbye
Now that it’s over
Is it really over
I hate myself sometimes
Now that I’m older
Wish I held you closer
Some get 33 trips around the sun
Why do the good die young
The good die young
33 trips around the sun
Seems like heaven gets the best ones
When the good die young
Send a text to her phone
Just to make it feel like she’s still here
Every night
I see her ghost
Behind me in a broken mirror
Hanging by a hurricane
World is spinning
Memories are novacane
Tunnel vision
Oh, when the good die young
Oh, Oh, Oh