DTW (Doomscrolling Through the Wreckage)

I play roulette with regrets like it's therapy
Refresh the feed just to stare at me
Watch me spiral in high fidelity
Told myself I'd stop — but I won't (incredibly)
I keep scrolling like the crash gets better
Looking for closure in cursed chain letters
My demons post reels, and they trend better
Tell me how to heal with a dopamine tether
Tried to turn off my thoughts —
But they autoplay
Tried to get out the wreck—
But I like it this way
I keep picking my scabs for the memory
Call it content. Call it energy.
Doomscrolling through the wreckage
Like it's love in a headline font
Wearing my guilt like it's vintage
And pretending that I want what I want
(want want want)
I'm a car crash
dressed as a playlist
You hit play,
then pretend it's not mine
I keep laughing through the danger
Guess that means I'm doing fine
I curate my chaos with a filter pack
Color-graded trauma in a custom track
Made a playlist called Don't Look Back
But I loop it daily like a panic attack
I annotated guilt like a scholar might
Hit 'em with the smirk and a tagline bite
Got a soft spot for emotional arson
Gaslight—
Gatekeep, end-of-days darling
I tried to turn it off but it plays on loop
I keep dancing like denial's the truth
They say let it go — I just hit save
Crying in draft mode, smiling on stage
Doomscrolling through the wreckage
Like it's love in a headline font
Wearing my guilt like it's vintage
And pretending that I want what I want
(want want want)
I'm a car crash
dressed as a playlist
You hit play,
then pretend it's not mine
I keep laughing through the danger
Guess that means I'm doing fine
I wrote Armageddon in real time
Posted it twice — got one like
Prayed to a comment section god
Just to feel something when it got dark
I pixelate my rage, let it loop
I built a coffin out of Bluetooth
They told me "log off," I said "soon"
But I'm still here — and so's the ruin
You wanna see what it did to me?
(Say it loud)
Here's a highlight reel of the tragedy
(Say it loud)
I kissed the chaos on both cheeks
Then asked it to marry me
(Marry me!)
I took the crash and I made it a beat
(Made it a beat)
I lit the match with a busted knee
(Busted knee)
I framed the wreck like it set me free
And you still can't stop watching me
This isn't healing
It's history
(This isn't healing)
(It's history)
It—
It's history
It—
It's history