Slow Down, Cyclist

[Verse]

Turned twenty-two, tried to enjoy the view

Didn't think I'd be messing 'round with this shit

To tell you the truth, I'm over it

I'm making excuses, feeling sick

Teaching myself diagnostics

It's always something serious

[Chorus]

I'm not tryna be difficult

I just shouldn't be allowed a phone

'Cause I text you too much

And leave my medication untouched

I'm not tryna be cynical

I just feel like I'm made of love

Gotta leave you alone

'Cause I crossed the line from clever to fucked up

[Bridge]

Sit back now

Can't take my shoes off

Claim success for

Something you've done

Eat my greens

Indulge the scene

Play [?]

Until I sleep

Constantly depressed

[?]

Selling [?]

[?] death

Never take a second

Meet me out for breakfast

[?]

Now, slow down

[?]

I've pissed my jeans

You scare the shit right out of me

[Outro (spoken)]

"Things are going well today, that was great! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just sick of pretending like I'm fi-"