Текст песни I'm Fucking Dying - Better Promises

Self medicated
Unlimited prescription
It's either suicide or this quick growing addiction
No matter what shape he's in his body doesn't fit right
It's easy to hate yourself when you're drunk every night
Anxiety driven pessimist who needs more than anti-depressants
He's trying to solve his own problems, don't suggest a therapist
The weight of all his families hopes and dreams are on he's shoulders
But he's probably just like his dad, He's probably just bi-polar

This depression isn't seasonal, Doesn't know that he's delusional
Believes he's trapped inside a solipsistic nightmare and none of you are real
Sneaking edibles in the kitchen to make the idea of fucking her bearable
This worlds' already full it doesn't need another white male
Especially when he's walking around in a suicidal fairytale
He promises that's wine and not blood on his shirt
He tells everyone he's fine and writes love songs about girls
But on the inside I'm fucking dying