sonder

Better, better, better on my own
Says set up, fed up, got this writing on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home
I’m so abandoned but I’m still letting it
I’m so famished but I’m so fed
Didn’t understand it when I thought back
Sitting by the can with a bottle of jack
10 out of 10, a heart attack
Brought it over there, never brought it back
Wish I had powers of resurrection
Standing on the roof screamin' R.I.P. Jess
Trying to prepare for when life go bad
But I still manage and that’s a fact
I sat on th banner with a gas mask
I can’t handle the ye contact
I smoke ten and my eyes roll back
Imma take a handful of my own pack
I’m so damaged I won’t go back
I’m so damaged I won’t go back
I’m on the run
Used to scrape by, present
Put it back in my lungs
Now if I feel like mention strains
I pick up a bag for fun
I’m on the run
There’s really no chance to adjust
Act like my baggage is the reach
Where am I, so nice to stay now
Keep it posted on door saying stay out
I just feel like the whole thing’s played out
Boy, was it nice to meet the raincloud
Better, better, better on my own
Says set up, fed up, got this writing on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home