I hate what I am, I hate what I've done
I hate that I'm scared, I hate that's it not fun
Not fun anymore, but can't find the brakes
I'll speed and I'll crash, hate my sunken face

I'm circling around again
But please can we just play pretend?

Everything I love is slowly skipping 'round the corner
But I'm in the well wishing hard, best junkie you adore so