[Lyric] Mr. Smith 3rd period Forever (Blue Foster)

I can't stop thinking about how I'm not made for this
Yes, a general this
Like the general abyss of eating normal
And keeping friendships
And doing schoolwork
Or getting a job

But the problem is I can't stop thinking
About how I haven't showered in over 24 hours
And the last time that I spoke to my mom I was a dick
And the last time that I spoke to my dad was like last week
I've gotta catch up
But fuck that

I perpetually felt the need to cater to a standard
That is not in my vocab
And I have tried to get new habits
But I break them just as easy
Oh, fucking ups too easy

I'm regretting telling my mom that I wanna kill myself
I feel a shame inside like something died inside her
When she felt that her son Jake hasn't been quite the same
Since he hit the fucking weed
That made his life feel like a dream
And all his dreams feel like a breeze
Well, mom, I'm sorry and I promise
I won't really hurt myself
It gets frustration out
Admittedly, it's real bad for my health
And I love you, mom
I think I really love myself
Since I re-found my will to live with the help of Mr. Smith

I know he's got a room that he can show me 'round
Forming and upkeeping for the rest of his eternity
But Mr. Smith I've gotta go because I love my mom
And, mom, I'm sorry that I even thought of causing myself harm

I can't stop thinking about the amount of pain I'm in
I can't communicate it in a proper way
Like "Hey, I'm hurting, I think I need help"
I'm so damn stubborn, I'm so naive

But the problem is I can't stop thinking of how
I push away the only people that I like
And I'm not sure I even like them
I'm too fucking misanthropic
Just as soon as [?]
Too fucking judgemental
Gotta calm down, but fuck that
I perpetually felt this sense of anger towards the world
That I just wanna do away with
But I don't know where to start
And it's the saying that it's easy
Oh, fucking up's too easy
We're all the stupid bitches trying just to get along
When I was 12 I took the place of where I fucking put my mom
I talk to strangers on the web
About how they just wanna die
I told them that I am just so sorry that their life is on the line

I love the kid that did that shit
I love his crazy stupid hair
I love the way he sees the world as if it's all so fucking cool
And I love how he has kept all of those big thoughts inside his head
Of how to stay alive, and how love rules the big old stupid world
And I love him