Estoy Un Poco Mejor

Eh
Meow
Blah-Blah-Blackthoven

You want to be me, that's clear, I'm your goal
Your dream is for me to get mad and screw you
I know what you do, what you want
I did all that in 2016
Hello, I can't surf but I'm riding the wave
Famous people tend to be lonely
Put away the social media and the console
And go visit your lonely grandma
Anxiety crisis, panic attacks
Pills in plastic cups
There are days when the sun doesn't come out

Don't say it's not worth it
Behind that door, my life is dead
I dream of flying with open windows
Cold like January, it's not all about money, damn
Nerves, tremors
Sometimes it's good to cry
Tears water the flowers
I hope one day you get better
And you're no longer trapped
I tell myself looking in the mirror
I'm not that, I'm not that
I'm not free, brother, that's why
I don't know, your attitude makes me sad
And acting like no one can touch you
You do it because you're a loser

What if I leave and never come back?
What if I'm actually dead?
What if this is hell?
What if all of this is a dream?

You want to be me, that's clear, I'm your goal
Your dream is for me to get mad and screw you
I know what you do, what you want
I did all that in 2016
Hello, I can't surf but I'm riding the wave
Famous people tend to be lonely
Put away the social media and the console
And go visit your lonely grandma
Anxiety crisis, panic attacks
Pills in plastic cups
There are days when the sun doesn't come out