Skeletons In The Closet - I'd Rather Die Than Get Therapy

So now you're asking how I've been
Well I'm great but you're fucking boring
I know you look down on me
And I'd rather die than get therapy
Don't try and tell me how I really feel
You're always whining that I'm gonna keel
Can't carry on this way, cling to yesterday's
Leftover plates and drunken mistakes
And then you ask me how I've been
Awful, and keeping it in
You act like you're above it
I'm so fucked up but you love it
Don't try and tell me how I really feel
You're always whining that I'm gonna keel
Don't try and t-t-tell me what I know
You're always whining and it's getting old
You only call when your friends leave
And you played it up so I'd worry
You know I'm actually glad that you left me
I get less shit in the punk scene
So I drown it out with ethanol
And I get high on the vitriol
Bottom out at the funeral
And that's just business as usual
Bitch
Is it hot when I cry though?
Won't know your name tomorrow's
Dishes in the sink, best wishes get a shrink
Why? So they can ask me how I am?
I don't think that they'd understand
There's nothing inside you'd want to see
And I'd rather die than get therapy, but apparently
It just feels so good to let it out~
And every little thing just freaks me out
And it's not punk cause it sounds bad, it's just how I feel
You're never gonna change that by being real
Just wait till I'm the one on top
I'll milk this shit for all it's got
You won't look down, you'll be engrossed
Pull you in but don't let you close!

Written by:
Asiah O'Donnell Gonçalves

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