Pick up your feet when you walk away don't be a drag and say There might be a chance Dont tip-toe around in my fragile mind you know all I've got is time Too too much time Fate it knocks upon my door Maybe its not healthy anymore In the morning, I fight my way out of bed And wrestle my foolish head and never can win But I make it down to that hip cafe Where people all dress the same and sit all alone They never remember my order here swear I could just disappear, It'd all be the same And I wonder if that'd be the case for you So you could find someone new and I'll be the old Crying on the kitchen floor Maybe it's not healthy anymore There's twenty mosquitoes in my house and you're sitting on my couch, Guess that makes twenty-one And I'm sorry but sometimes you seem like one Your love I cannot outrun, as much as I try And I sit here while you're at the therapist She'll convince you you're over this and probably be right But after, you'll check on my instagram reach high for the upper hand And prove that you're fine We don't have to start a war It's just not healthy anymore