I am something my parents created
I keep having the same three conversations in my head
I'm not sure which one of them I will listen to tomorrow
And I'm not sure I can take that kind of abuse
Even though it's coming from me
I got both feet in my youth
I don't wanna get my shit together, no, f*ck you, what's the use
If it's only gonna fall apart again
I expect tomorrow
And I'm not sure I can take that kind of abuse
Even though it's coming from me
And maybe yeah
I should probably go back to therapy
But you know me
I spent all my money on weed
I don't even have insurance