[Pt I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH]
We got a bottle of Jim Beam and started drinking
I drank a liter
Oh, to distract me from my constant overthinking
I need a breather

You built this up your head — the pressure
Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit
(It's not the same to me when I'm)
You built this up your head — the pressure
(falling on my face)
You built this up your head — the pressure
(It's not the same to me when)
You built this up your head — the pressure
I finally drank myself to death

Enter the shaking, man I should've eaten something
Enter the crying
My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing
Better start dying

You built this up your head — the pressure
Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit
(It's not the same to me)
You built this up your head — the pressure
(Falling on my face)
You built this up your head — the pressure
(Wrap me up in sheets)
You built this up your head — the pressure
(There's nothing left to see here)
You built this up your head — the pressure
I should be old enough to know (better better)
And I should be young enough to not take everything so seriously
Should be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness
It's not the same to me when I'm falling on my face
Wrap me up in sheets cause

I finally drank myself to death
I finally drank myself to death

It's turned to laughs
I'm turning red outside on Cedar Street
It's twenty-two degrees
I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S can kiss my ass in hell"
I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head

And the soldiers are falling down
They're too dizzy to even try to win
Ah fuck

[Pt. II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE]
Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill
Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade
Cause I
I keep writing the same song
Over again, over again, over again
Yeah I
I keep writing the same damn song
Over again and over again and over again
And it feels like heroin
I just got addicted to
Demanding your attention
For my trite repetition
And I can't stop thinking about
The first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol
Cause I knew better
And I can't stop feeling like
That "straight edge" shit became a cult
But I'm kidding myself
By believing that the bar scene is any better

And I
I keep writing the same damn songs
Over again and over again and over again
And it feels like there's nothing left at all