I'm scrolling through pictures, and, oh, God, I miss her
That girl that I used to be
She filled rooms with light, and looked forward to life
'Til the pain got the best of me
There's stains in my shirt, and the lack of self-worth
And the mold inside a coffee cup
Haven't brushed my hair, chronically self-aware
I'm the only one who thinks I'm a fuck-up
I know I should just pick up the phone
And tell my brother that I feel alone
Therapy, I really ought to go
This time
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know what would be best
And still don't wanna get better, better, better, better
I don't want
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want
My career and my dog and the best fucking mom
All the people who sing my songs
And Katie and Sophie, my girlfriend who knows me
I still don't think I'm deserving
To be loved when I'm the one who's hurting
I know I should just pick up the phone
And tell my brother that I feel alone
And, therapy, I really ought to go
This time (Ahh)
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know what would be best
And still don't wanna get better, better, better, better
I don't want
To get better, better, better, better (I don't want to)
I don't want
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want (I don't want)
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want
I know I should just pick up the phone
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