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 pain got the best of me
The stains on my shirt and the lack of self-worth
And the mould 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 it 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
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
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know it would be best, and still
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 to get better, better, better, better
I don't want
I know I should just pick up the phone