200 Cigarettes

I feel lost inside my home

I'm on five percent on my phone

I just gotta leave the city

Keep a bag and it's empty

What's wrong with me now?

It's hard to breathe now

Pills on my bed

Two hundred cigarettes

Two hundred cigarettes

I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely

I can't hold the heavy shit for people that don't know me

I can't make a heaven for the hell inside my family

Can't imagine me giving a fuck about a Plan B

I'm fourteen with a Newport sitting on my roof and laughing

I wonder if I slip, will there be anyone to catch me?

I feel locked inside my head

I have burn holes in my hands

Smog covering the city

The full moon looks empty to me

It's falling down on my house