Physics makes us all its bitches

I’m in a crisis
I need help
Come on mood shift, shift back to good again
Come on mood shift, shift back to good again
Come on be a friend

I am satisfied
Hiding in our friend’s apartment
Only leaving once a day
To buy some groceries
Daylight, I’m so absent minded
Nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself?
Hope I’m not erasing myself