Bestie I’m too mentally ill for this shit

I slip away like rain on freshly pressed ink

I made a plan just to think it all through

Wait I forgot what I was trying to do-

I threw my life back into the abyss

I even bought a dose of miracle bliss

Cuz we all cringe when we relive the past

And I misplaced the single braincell I had

I wasn’t supposed to make it today 

I meant to cancel reservations past February

But here we are and what can I say

Bestie I’m too mentally ill for this shit

“Wait thats a little on the nose don’t u think?

romanticise it just a little bit more”

...love, my brain feels like a starved carnivore 

I pack my lifeline inside of my bag

I even bought a scythe in case of attack

I feel the sting up the bridge of my nose

And the grunge smearing all over my clothes