Styrofoam

No I don't need styrofoam, or drugs to fill me up

Cause I'm right where I belong, but I still fill my cup

To celebrate all my mistakes, let all my problems go

I'll save it for another day when I can hold my own

I got all these demons in my head, they raising hell

Like a devil's father, I'm not perfect, lately you can tell

And I'm sick of all these fake friends, acting like it's real

They won't ever change, like they threw it all into a well

And I hate the fact that I care what they say, yeah I overthink way too much

And no matter what I do, it won't go away, so it's hard for me to feel love