I Think I'm Getting Dementia, Dude

I'm so tired of these headaches An excuse to smoke myself dumb I'm guess I'm successful But not at the things I love I'm so sick of caffeine shakes And suffering 8 hours a day Can I swing by your place We can do nothing, we can do nothing, we can do nothing It's not worth discussing Trapped in this doom scroll of my life Disassociating Forgetting always feels so nice Over medicating Liver degrading Brain cells are fading I know that I hate it I can't keep on faking I know that I hate it, I know that I hate it I'm so tired of these headaches An excuse to smoke myself dumb I guess I'm successful At losing all these things I love I'm so sick of myself Can I swing by your house We can sit around and be by ourselves We can do nothing, we can do nothing I want to be nothing, I want to be nothing