Songtext
I'm scrolling through pictures and know 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
The stains in my shirt and the lack of self worth
And the mold inside a coffee cup
Haven't brush 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 that would be best and still
Don't want to 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
Catie 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 (aah)
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know that would be best and still
Don't want to get better, better, better, better
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
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want
I know I should just pick up the phone
