I ve blown my head off pillows don t feel soft and you wonder why my stomach is
in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my face try to embrace this taste
but you taste so bitter I ve painted skies red black and blue me too and you wonder
why my stomach is in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my face try to
embrace this taste but you taste so bitter I can t deal with my stress unless a
joint s there for comfort I confess I m a mess my chest is no less sunburnt this
is a test and I don t need your sympathy swear to god I m a match away from blowing
smoke in your face my stomach is in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my
face try to embrace this taste but you taste so bitter