Lyrics:

Champagne in the kitchen, not because I bought it but
Because I'm crashing an apartment and somebody left it open
So I poured it in a cup, drank it up
I got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood

Plus the conscience of my dead dad, plus my living mama
Plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
And my sister who's been living like a saint for so damn long

While I've been fucking sinning till the lights come up
And the mics catch us saying shit that we never really meant
Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we're so different
But everybody bleeds right? Everybody's waiting for the phone to ring
Yeah, everybody seems fine, but everybody's got pieces missing

At minimum I'd like a little medicine
To make me feel like everything diminishing the venom
That been harshing all my mellows I'm continuing to fight
Against the sentiment that make me want to die

In a world full of uptight gentlemen
I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet cinnamon
To quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl
To make my head a bit extra light

I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I'm looking for something
To make me feel nothing
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I'm looking for something
To make me feel nothing

Driving through the bay, pray for understanding
I'll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish
And I'm fighting for a break, vacant kind of passion
Never really can account for all the ways in which I've acted

Tried to call my daddy but he's been gone a decade
So I'm drinking like an addict till I'm fucking with a headache
Happiness sporadic so I'm crying on a Wednesday
Not trying to be combative but I'm dealing with some dead weight

Verbalize the hurt inside, make me wanna burn alive
My heart was never broken, it was circumcised