Stockholm

In my head
Gets a little noisy in here
In my bed
I can make the world disappear
7 nights a week
What’s it like to sleep?
I know it’s a vicious cycle
Got some time to kill
Trying not to feel
Chasing THC with coffee

Comfortable in the chaos
Nihilistic salvation
Why do I always make me so anxious?

Feel like I’ve been holding myself hostage
Living in my head is so exhausting
Running out of Band-Aids for my problems
When I’m the one that caused them
Tryna get this poison out my system
But if I’m the villain and the victim
If I built myself this prison
Is it still Stockholm syndrome?

Ignore my texts
And wonder where the hell my friends went
Call my ex
And wonder why I can’t move on yet
All my plants are dead
Maybe I’m depressed
It’s a little masochistic
To be my biggest critic
My worst enemy
That’s all me

Feel like I’ve been holding myself hostage
Living in my head is so exhausting
Running out of Band-Aids for my problems
When I’m the one that caused them
Tryna get this poison out my system
But if I’m the villain and the victim
If I built myself this prison
Is it still Stockholm syndrome?