Pick Up The Phone
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
The stains in my shirt
And 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 f**k up
I know I should just pick up the phone
And tell my brother that I feel alone
Therapy, I really oughta go this time
But serotonin's f**king 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 f**king 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 oughta go this time
But serotonin's f**king 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 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
