Bleached Memories Lyrics

Getting off with your right hand

As for me, I'm fucking bitches on the nightstand

All my friends snort white sand

As for me, I'm going off on this mic stand

Got to pick your battles in this life. alright?

Either way we die

Wouldn't you rather live it right

Get high all time; cheat code? not quite

Hedonism fill your whole soul with spite

I can't even live these words

That I'm just now preaching

Habits kick them to the curb

But I'm always seeking

Lately life's been a blur

Bleached memories

Hide the ones that hurt

High under sheets

Heart So Cold *Burr

Stone cold sober

Real life's so boring

Waking up in the morning

It's the same shit day after day

Used to think that church was stupid

Now I know why they pray

I was bout 12 years old when this life went grey

Now I put all of my vices and addictions on display

Only chasing what entices me

I ain't half the man I'd like to be

And I'm sure you can see it

One day depressed and the next I'm conceited

But I won't die defeated

I'll try my best until I am deleted

Getting off with your right hand

As for me, I'm fucking bitches on the nightstand

All my friends snort white sand

As for me, I'm going off on this mic stand

Got to pick your battles in this life. alright?

Either way we die

Wouldn't you rather live it right

Get high all time; cheat code? not quite

Hedonism fill your whole soul with spite

And we all bleed red

Had to get it through my head

There's a cause and effect

From the words that you said

When you lie there dead

What's your list of regrets

When you're filled with dread

Remember life is a gift

But your only human

There's no solution for that

Coping with my Neumann

And the sound of the hats

If you live in pure enjoyment

Something's bound to go bad

If you're tryna stay buoyant

It's a balancing act