"you're having fun, amy" says the devil+cohorts

without you i'm even better
boy oh boy do i shine all alone
just like syd over here, hopefully don't end up in a mental institution
the weed is as potent as acid it seems
if growing up means doin boring stuff then fuck it
doin what society expects, i'd prefer suicide
crazy=not interested in society
you're never gonna win this little game you're playin
rather be misunderstood than live in sin
nothin worse than being separated from God
spent much of my life doin stuff that i knew wasn't right
trying to get away from my conscience
total opposite of my character, pretending my soul wasn't worthy to me
i thought it was cool to be bad, what this world does to ya
i still made those decisions, conscious the whole time
ocd, demons taking over me
never obsessive compulsive tendancy to do anything healthy
devil's constituents doin what they do best
shoplifting was quite a rush, gotta admit it
no fucks given for the right reason
hell is not cool, literally
drunk as shit when i did that
real easy to steal when you're buyin sumin
gotta act as if...same logic on the flip side
i suck at lying so i had to act
fights with bouncers, police officers, my dear mother
i wish i didn't have a conscience sometimes and i could tell em all to fuck off like i've been internalizing
if only i could kick this pesky conscience to the curb
wouldn't that be nice...
sin begets sin due to the guilt trap
keep adding onto the list of mistakes, boy did i ever