[Verse]
Is it morbid or intuitive
That I can't see a future past this weekend?
It's like it just disappears
Is it morbid that my brain goes
Directly to the worst case
And I freak out?

[Pre-Chorus]
It's like I'm not in control here
It's like I say shit that I don't mean
I'm angry and I'm selfish and I
Normally have empathy
But it's hard to try and focus when I
Feel it coming over me, ah

[Chorus]
There is no way to stop it, and it's
Glued me to my bed
I'm so terrified of dying
But I feel like I'm already dead, mm