And I think I'm full of shit
Almost all the time
Got no good reason why
I'm always up at night
I'm just watching shitty movies
Or old episodes of Bleach
Dishes pile up in the sink
This is the stupidest disease
And I let it kill me every week
Now
You don't talk so loud
You never leave the house
What happened to your crowd
You say you're just so strung out
Cementing all your self-doubt
They never really wanted me around anyway
Old flames dying out
And buddy you don't look so proud
I'll take the sky you'll take the ground
And now we're rubbing elbows in different circles,
And maybe one day you'll come around
And I think I've lost my mind
It's somewhere out in space
With my catastrophic, selfish ways
And the stupid smug look on my face
And you know me
I'm a bit dramatic
It's just poor self-care
And a few bad habits
Well I'd rather spend all my time alone
Rot away in bed and rewatch the same 3 shows
And will I always feel like shit
Almost all the time
Well if Rukia gets through this
Then so can I