200 Cigarettes

I feel lost inside my home
I'm on five percent on my phone
I just gotta leave the city
I 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 the heaven for the hell inside my family
I can't imagine me giving a fuck about a plan b
I'm 14 with a newport sitting on my roof and laughing
I wonder if I slip, will there be anyone to catch me
I feel lost 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