60mg

[Intro] Sixty milligrams Tax return just cleared Oh I'm gonna do something stupid tonight [Verse 1] Sixty milligrams of bad decisions Coursing through a man with no supervision Tax return hit and I felt like a king The kind of king who shouldn't be allowed to do anything Couldn't leave the house couldn't face the sun Told myself that's fine I don't need anyone Just need the internet and a credit card And a shipping address and a basement and the yard I fell in love with a photograph I paid the price for that on my behalf Had my mum and little brother carry in the box Told them it was a mattress They believed it God [Pre-Chorus] Something's coming through the door Something I will come to fear Something that will never leave Something I can't get rid of Something I deserve [Chorus] I hurt everything I touch I hurt everything I touch King Henry getting catfished By the thing he wanted much I hurt everything I touch God why do I hurt everything I touch [Verse 2] First night went fine in the loosest sense of fine By night three she'd lost an eyebrow to the grind Permanent marker didn't quite restore the look Came out wrong in ways that aren't covered in the book Eyelashes gone, eyeliner smeared Broke her neck on accident her head just leers To the side now always to the side Like she's listening Like she's biding time [Pre-Chorus] Less than a week Less than a week To turn something into a monstrosity Less than a week Isn't that me [Chorus] I hurt everything I touch I hurt everything I touch King Henry getting catfished By the thing he wanted much I hurt everything I touch God why do I hurt everything I touch [Bridge] In the dreams I'm asleep and she gets up Walks across the floor With her broken neck listing sideways And those eyes Those fixed and patient eyes She deserves it truthfully She deserves it But I wake up every morning And she's just sitting there Watching waiting The way everything I've ever broken Watches The way everything I've ever touched And waits [Breakdown] What have I brought into my home What have I brought into my home What have I [Chorus] I hurt everything I touch I hurt everything I touch Built a prison in my basement Out of everything I clutch I hurt everything I touch Lord I hurt everything I touch [Outro] She watches She waits Sixty milligrams wearing off now Tax return spent King dethroned She's still there