I'm holding out for a day without a cringe attack But then, I scroll through my feed and get the feeling back My generational trauma is: I don't give a shit I can't connect anymore, I don't see the point I come apart, woke up with a headache I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I may be sitting too high up on my pedestal I think a fall from this height gon' need some medical Drunk off my misery, whoring the best of me Losing my memories, lost in the noise I come apart, woke up with a headache I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh Roll with it Ride with it Move on It's over now Bite me I bite back Bite me I bite back Bite me I bite back I bite back I come apart, woke up with a headache I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I come apart, suit up like I'm going to war I come apart, you got me doing shit I can't endure I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh