I should probably stop lying to my dad about feeling okay
That I'm making new friends and been going on dates
I know he'd probably understand
But I don't want him to worry about me

I should probably stop lying to my friends about how I've lost weight
That I've biked a few miles and lifted a few weights
When the truth is I don't remember
If I've eaten today

I should probably stop lying to my therapist about my past
Because the last few years have really kicked my ass
I don't wanna open up
And have to deal with all of my past mistakes

I should probably stop lying to myself about everything
'Cause I know damn well I'll never be okay
Go to work, lay in bed, never have a quiet head
Overthink about every fucking word I've never said

If it wasn't for my dogs, I'd be dead by now
Buy an automatic feeder, put me in the ground
I'm a flea, I'm a tick
Oh my god, it makes me sick
How I suck the life out of every joy I've found
Fuck