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

Till 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 fuck 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 serotonine's fucking 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 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 oughta go this time

But serotonine's fucking 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