Rattlesnakes aren’t born with rattles, every time they shed it adds on a little rattle segment

I don't ever wanna ask
Anyone for anything
I don't ever wanna know what
Anybody thinks about me
I'm burnt out
On this human thing

And I kinda wanna hide
But I could never stay offline
I could never die

And I kinda wanna die
But not in a way that you should find concerning
Just the normal type
Of not wanting to be alive
And if you do then you're a liar
Sometimes

I don't ever wanna ask
Anyone for anything
I don't ever wanna ask
Anyone anything
I don't ever wanna talk to
Anyone about anything
But other than that...

I wanna lay in the sun
And shed off my skin
And shed off the bad things
About me
And when I'm done
I'll have a new skin
And a feeling