MODERATION - Chloe Lilac

I took all my sick days, how’d I get in this place?

Probably restin' bitch face (Lazy)

Friday night I’m lifted, cookin' in the kitchen

No one ever listens (Baby)

Yeah, I’m alone with Satan, broke up with my boyfriend

And I went off the deep end (Crazy)

I’m still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my lipstick

Hookin' up with misfits (Jaded)

All this time, all this time

I’ve been tellin' everyone I’m fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstacy and suicide

I’m just so bad at concentratin'

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake shit

They say I’m great in moderation

Underneath the carpet, sleepin' with the roaches

Rollin' on the inside (Hell nah)

My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics

Frightened of the realness (Or some)

I know, I know

That I should be less honest with myself

Box up all the feelings, put 'em in a coffin

And try to get some help

Underneath the carpets, sleepin' with the roaches

Rottin' on the inside (Glamour)

My mom be gettin' nauseous, when she hear my lyrics

Frightened by the weirdness (Wholesome)

I know I know, that I should be less honest with myself

Box up all my feelings, put ‘em in a coffin

Or try to get some help

I’m just so bad at concentratin'

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake shit

They say I’m great in moderation

All this time, all this time

I’ve been tellin' everyone I’m fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstacy and suicide

All this time, all this time

I’ve been tellin' everyone I’m fine

Somewhere in between

Ecstacy and suicide

I’m just so bad at concentratin'

I think I need to be sedated

I call them out on all their fake shit

They say I’m great in moderation