I'm still sorta unsure what happened Still dialed mom's number outta habit Call failed Week left to do taxes Living room graveyard Amazon package Old mail Same type that stares when I'm outside Late night upstairs on my couch fried Say I don't care much about myself It's a separate metric I count by Red wine Bleed through the grape vines Sip after sip Get sick in the FaceTime (Hello?) Hello? I don't speak like that Need pitch black nails On the decline stat, yeah Feelin' like I wobbled outta wormhole Spend a lot of hours clickin' circles Yeah, I'm five digit live from the multiverse Where violence in snide us compulsory Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah