Mr. HYDE

I'm the poster child for sinners
Afraid of the winter, I bought a one-way to LAX (oh-oh)
I lost my Bible
Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts (oh-oh)

Holy, I'm out of control, I'm moving onto the fast life
And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down
The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy
Like Jekyll's out of town

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry (cry)
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (sight)
I lost when I tried to fight him

I beg your pardon, everything sounds distorted
Like every thought departed when everybody snorted (blow)
Now my hobby's airing my dirty laundry
And if nobody stops me
I think this wind's about to (blow)

How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous?
I've officially lost it
Just a flight's what it costed, whoa
And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in mosh pits
I promise I didn't want this
I can't believe I'm so lost

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (not pretty)
I lost when I tried to fight him