Tell the doctor I don't smoke, but
That's not exactly true
I like to light the Camel ones
But just because I think the camel's cute
And that's it, I swear to God
She can't see my fingers crossed
I'm holding them below the desk
Plus audio is on, but camera's off
Five dollars for the coffee
One dollar for the tip
Six bucks for milky water and I only take a couple sips
And simulation theory is religion for sociopaths
I watched a doc', it really scared me
I can't get those ninety minutes back
If we're all onеs and zeroes
Why do I feel so blue?
Who carеs if it's constructed?
I'd still die if I jumped off the roof
The shower turns my shoulders red
The Ativan takes off the edge
I'm freaking out and fine again, again
Pick apart the weekly panic
Let the suffering unspool
Progress is well and good
But need my therapist to think I'm cool
And be my lawyer's favorite client
Sweep the broker off his feet
All I want's approval from the people who I pay to talk to me
Used to be a kid
Careful, optimistic, pure
I guess I'm still a kid, but just acquainted with mortality some more
Look in the mirror for a half an hour making sure
There's blood under my skin, my head is spinning
Then my cheek's against the floor
The shower turns my shoulders red
The Ativan takes off the edge
I'm freaking out and fine again, again
The ones and zeroes itch my eyes
A flaw in character design
I'm such a clever storyline to write
At least I have the Camel ones to light