You only care about yourself
And your fuckin' weed
You need help
Yeah, if this depression doesn't kill me
Can it at least make art feel fulfillin'? Fuck!
Do I have to take the pills? (No)
But when I don't, I think I'm dyin' for real (then yes)
But when I do, I don't feel like myself (then no)
Man, I think I need help
Chemicals or depression?
Both really feel like a life sentence
Chemicals or depression?
Both really feel like a life sentence
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na, na
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It's like going to a beautiful pond
With the sun glarin', and glowin' on your arms
And in your mind you think
"Man, can't wait to go home"
(I can't wait to go home)
(I can't wait to go home)
Yeah, it's like layin' in bed
And feelin' like your bones are all made out of lead
And you can feel the wind as the world passes you by
(Passes you by)
(It passes you by)
Yeah, it's like you're about to cry
And then a fuckin' witch cast a spell on your eyes
And now you're stuck with this feelin' all day
(You're stuck with this feelin' all day)
Yeah, it's like drivin' your car
Down the street, and see some tree and some bark
And in your mind you think, "Man, what if?"
Chemicals or depression?
Both really feel like a life sentence
Chemicals or depression?
Both really feel like a life sentence
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na, na
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na, na