I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination

I don't know how much more I can take
'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight at getting in shape
Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane
Tell me, how do you do what you love
When you're sick in the brain?
And you're two thousand miles away
So why am I stalkin' your Twitter and lying awake?
I show my true colors, you left, and my life got so gray
I can't get over you, yet I build up so much hate
But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay

I'm not, I don't want to escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm starin' me down, I surrender the sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
(I'm not, I just want an escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm starin' me down—)

'Cause behind the smile, I'm so pissed
But I won't be showin' emotions
No, I'm not even tellin' my close friends
You can't fix me now, I'm too broken
I don't know why I'm witherin' this way
Think I'm always makin' a mistake
Close my eyes, just hopin' my neck breaks
Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take

I'm lost, I can't find an escape
I pop and my ego deflates
While starin' me down, I surrender the sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
I'm not, I just want an escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm starin' me down, I surrender the sound
Just to find out that I was a—

The fuck? I got a tab in my pocket
It's what I use to justify all the fab I brought in
When I produce a beat it's like makin' laced new tropics
Confuse, repeat it, eternal state, neurotics
No explainin' my hair, it's all a vanity fair
I'll leave the body I wear
And you can bring me to hell
Yeah you could tell it was the lie that you would've won
I'll play it out in my mind, what I could've done
And keep wondering if I'll write when my time is up
I can't help but picture my life ending in a month
And baby, you can try to love me, but I'm not phased
I'm straight flushed with poker on my face
Then I start to choke on my own weight
Now I'm hardly copin', I don't know how much more I can take

'Cause my whole personality's fake
And I want someone else in my place
That feels so much better, I'll settle for now
An endeavor to die or create

God found me
Die or create
(Ahh)
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Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath, bloomtodeath
Too excited about dying, and blooming, umm—