I'm holding out for a day without a cringe attack
But then, I scroll through my feed and get the feeling back
My generational trauma is: I don't give a shit
I can't connect anymore, I don't see the point

I come apart, woke up with a headache
I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh

I may be sitting too high up on my pedestal
I think a fall from this height gon' need some medical
Drunk off my misery, whoring the best of me
Losing my memories, lost in the noise

I come apart, woke up with a headache
I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh

Roll with it
Ride with it
Move on
It's over now
Bite me
I bite back
Bite me
I bite back
Bite me
I bite back
I bite back

I come apart, woke up with a headache
I come apart, I don't know how I'm gonna work today
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh
I come apart, suit up like I'm going to war
I come apart, you got me doing shit I can't endure
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh
I come apart, ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh