Pick Up The Phone

I'm scrolling through pictures and know 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 the lack of self worth And the mold inside a coffee cup Haven't brush 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 that 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 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 ought to go this time (aah) But serotonin's fucking with my head She's making it so hard to leave my bed It's crazy that I know that 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) 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