A fixer-upper I lost money on

Two cars in the lot

Except it's mine that isn't gone

The house looks pretty

But there's ghosts inside

There goes the boy

I really hate seeing cry

I'm such a good therapist without a degree

And all of the advice I weirdly gave out for free

Thought I'd take your bad traits as a light suggestion

I can get you out of depression

Obviously

I don't want shit to change besides you and your potential

Oh my God

Can you blink and say the same

Before I get argumentative all damn night

On the phone

Spill your guts and say something wrong

Do you have to be an avoidant

For forever

Sneak out the window

Hop the eight-foot fence

And hide your feelings from your old school parents

It's just a trauma response

He can't help it

The dumb excuses have now run quite selfish

I'm such a good therapist without a degree

And all of the advice I weirdly gave out for free

Thought I'd take your bad traits as a light suggestion

I can get you out of depression

Obviously

I don't want shit to change besides you and your potential

Oh my God

Can you blink and say the same

Before I get argumentative

All damn night

On the phone

Spill your guts

And say something wrong

Do you have to be an avoidant

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever