DTW (Doomscrolling Through the Wreckage)

Miyabi

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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