Doormat

Yeah, my time is over
 I don't wanna be sober
 I'ma make it hope you waitin' on this stoner
 'Cause they ain't ready for what's droppin' in October
 Yeah, my time is over
 I don't wanna be sober
 I'm so lonely all I wanna do is hold her
 Fuck the distance, reminisce about you closer
 Yeah, my time is over
 Yeah, my time is over
 Have you ever had a thought that just eats away your brain?
 And if you decide to kill it, then you'll probably go insane?
 Writing letters to yourself in hopes that it'll stop the pain
 But you're livid and it's vivid when you've got nothing to gain
 Bipolarity, hilarity, I'm laughing at myself
 Honestly, I probably shouldn't though 'cause I just need some help
 Rollin' sticky 'cause I'm sick of everything inside my cells
 Find importance in the portions of the shit I'm tryna sell
 And you know, you know that
 I've been trying fucking hard to discard the feelings that I always throw back
 And I know, I know that
 Lovin' me ain't easy, sweetie I'm as useful as a doormat
 Format my brain and program me to stop
 'Cause I've been so lost inside all of my crop
 The rain is just falling on top of my shop
 A tear in my ceiling I hope it don't drop
 Caving in, I'm caving in
 I do this time and time again
 I'm faded now, was faded then
 I'll talk to you somewhere 'round 10
 And then you're gone and I'm alone
 I pack my bong and fucking zone
 There's nowhere I can call my home
 There's no one I can call my own
 At least I tell myself that
 At least I tell myself that
 
 At least I tell myself that
 At least I tell myself that