My breakfast is straight out the medicine cabinet
A remedy for the aftermath of my habits
Sometimes it's the ones who try to help
That hurt the most

I feel like we're playing tug of war and I'm the rope
And I'm stretched to the limit but you keep on pulling it
I'm gonna lose my god damned mind
I'm gonna lose my mind


I wanna hide away in the back of a cave
In the top of a mountain
Where no one can hear me
And no one can see me
So I don't have to deal with them
And they don't have to deal with me

Because relationships are overrated
Maybe I'm just tired and jaded
But I'm sorry I just like myself more than I like you

So call me anti-social, call it masturbation
Either way it's a solo operation
I'm just far more comfortable alone


It feels like apathy
Has gotten the best of me
Because i'm so tired of you talking my ear off
About all your problems I just can't fix

I don't appreciate
This unwanted company
Your constant chatter reminds me
Why i'd rather you leave me be

So call me anti-social, call it masturbation
Either way it's a solo operation
I'm just far more comfortable alone

Because people are ugly and people are hateful
Destructive and greedy we're proud and ungrateful
The world would be so much better off without us

So swallow a bullet (Or a handful of pills)

We're all compost in training
There's graves left to fill
Distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes
Distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes


It seems that everybody always has a bone to pick
Or promise to break
Never again will I make that mistake
Of trusting anyone (trusting anyone)
Trusting anyone

This is my misanthropic confession
Human beings are a waste of breath
And don't think I exclude myself
I'm an asshole just like you

Cause people are ugly and people are hateful
Destructive and greedy we're proud and ungrateful
The world would be so much better off without us

So swallow a bullet (Or a hand full of pills)

We're all compost in training
There's graves left to fill
Distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes
Distract ourselves to make us feel like we're not just mistakes

My breakfast is straight out the medicine cabinet


Lyrics submitted by lazlowcarmichael, edited by Boses1025, seashepherd96, StoLnn

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