Sertraline Daydream
Sarchasm
[Verse 1]
Obsess too much over things that don’t matter
Finding fault in every action I do
Faking the part of a real adult but in the mirror it’s still always you
[Verse 2]
Every day feels the same and so pointless
My hobbies sit, gather rust, and for what
So I can bring home a check that just barely covers rent
And daydream about faking my death for fun
[Verse 3]
Sucked it up and begged the HMO for help and some stability
They said the blues will boost me up and the reds will keep me regulated
Even though I’ve outgrown a crisis mode I’m still internally
There’s just nothing
It’s just. Nothing
[Verse 4]
It’s just I’m stuck in this micro survival anxiety spiral of doom
Climate disaster or societal collapse
It all looks the same from my room
