Quarter Life Crisis

F*ck off I keep my dopamine Inside an aluminium box Hooked on like nicotine I'm getting symptoms of withdrawal My skin is plasticine It moulds me in the way it wants to And it wants to My heart is racing And my pulse is rushing out my skin I don't do coffee in the mornings Just a gentle hit Of information to my brain With such a violent swing But I still let it in 'Cause I'm practiced And I'm perfect Find the lessons Try to swerve it Get a mention And observe it I get too obsessive When it makes me nervous Tell a secret And preserve it Nothing's sacred Nothing's worthless Try to sell it Make a purchase Nothing in the universe Could help reverse this I show affection to some people That I've never met Get validation from a stranger Through a faceless net Won't say I love you When I need to that's what I regret And I regret it I shop the window steam The glass up with some Friends of friends Quarter life crisis use My vices for my daily cleanse Foam up my brain before I leave So I can find new trends This bullshit never ends 'Cause I'm practiced And I'm perfect Find the lessons Try to swerve it Get a mention And observe it I get too obsessive When it makes me nervous Tell a secret And preserve it Nothing's sacred Nothing's worthless Try to sell it Make a purchase Nothing in the universe Could help reverse this Try to be authentic But I still rehearse it Tell a secret And preserve it Nothing's sacred Nothing's worthless Try to sell it Make a purchase Nothing in the universe Could help reverse this F*ck sake