You called me up
One Friday night
Talking about
Changing your life
And I had to hold
Everything back
Cause I knew that you
Would never mean that
I said,
"Man you gotta get some help
You'll never find a fix
All your friends have left
They're so tired of your shit."
And I would hate myself too
But I have more self respect
And I could never be you
Oh, thank god I'm not you
Softly holding my contention
Patiently waiting for lessons
To be taught but never learned
All you get is what you've earned
I heard you tried to see a therapist again
I hope you tell the f*cking truth
And stop pretending it's not you
And you would rather
Spend the time
Just filling everything with lies
And keeping all of your emotions completely bottled inside
When you said that you'd get help
I never pictured that you'd try
But every therapist you go to
Never makes you feel alive