Bomb The Music Industry - I'm A Panic Bomb Baby

Mom, please wake up
I can't sleep. My head's fucked
I need a hug or a drug
Please decide

What's up doc?
Do I think of suicide?
In this room, yes I do
Where's my form?

Now question 38: do you have trouble sleeping late?
Sure, I've got probs sleeping in
Please pump me full of Klonopin
Mom, doc, stop taking bets
on whether I smoke cigarettes

Prescribe goggles
Make it dark all the time
Go to school. Get beat up
Go to sleep

You're so bald
You don't know about my Life with hair
Stop the interrogation

I'm a panic bomb
Please step away from me
Panic bomb. Panic bomb

Hey, Anne, I really think
You shouldn't tell me I can't drink
Sorry, John. You're my best friend
I didn't mean to try and kick your ass in the van
I can't do weekly visits
Three to six months for results?
Fuck that shit

I'm a panic bomb
Please step away from me
Panic bomb. Panic bomb

And I know that you're all just trying to help
But I really think you're all just trying to get rich
I don't need to be addicted to anything else
I don't need to be addicted to anything else