an ode to my death

[Verse 1] spent too long inside the screen now i twitch when no one speaks everything is always on everything is fucking weak too much this too much that too much shit i can’t take back scroll until my eyes go numb say i’m fine and call it fun [Chorus] an ode to my death yeah whatever, i’m still here should’ve vanished years ago but i keep reappearing an ode to my death put my face behind the glass if i’m such a fucking problem why’d you keep me in the tabs? [Verse 2] i’m special, what can i say microplastics in my brain people talk and people post same recycled fucking takes maybe i’m the blight of screens maybe i should not be seen maybe all i ever was was a username with needs [Chorus] an ode to my death yeah whatever, i’m still here every version of myself dies a little every year an ode to my death i got buried in the feed but at least i fucking stayed even if nobody needs me [Bridge] delete me mute me block me refresh new face same room same joke same death i killed myself a thousand ways and still woke up the same damn day [Final Chorus] an ode to my death to the person on the screen shouldn’t have been seen at all shouldn’t have meant anything an ode to my death to the static in the air but at least i have remained for the ones still hanging there [Outro] this and that and such and such people talk too fucking much screen goes black room stays lit i’m still here that’s it