I'm so parasocial that I tell myself that you're all mine
I'm so nonchalant that it just kills every time I cross your mind
I can't see your insides

Most damn days you know that you're wrong but it feels so good to say that you're right
I don't know just where I'll be by the time the sun spreads with all its might
Hopefully deader than dead, put my bones in a bed
Call it a coffin where I'll rest my head
'Til the sun shines again
Can you tell all my friends that I died alone with no pride?

I'm so parasocial that I tell myself that you're all mine
I'm so nonchalant that it just kills evеry time I cross your mind
I can't see your insides, I don't got x-ray vision but a knife
I can't chop you up without sеrvin' thirty-five to life
You are so goddamn pathetic