gaslitbygod

I don't want smoke, just some second hand

Mental illness in a coat, cancel my plans

My therapist gave me your only fans

Only time I'll tell, I got that pocket sand

No luck, always stayin' up till sundown Got a little gas, not enough to escape town

Maybe if I made a Paypal, I'd probably be space bound

Now I can't sleep without the rain sound

Follow through depression, feels like Wemby that's a long reach

I break a bottle as the pressure starts to increase

Not smooth sailing, I'm water bailing, think I'm in deep