On a scale of one to Plath I'm like a four ♪ My head's not in the oven but I can't get off the floor ♪ It's not that bad, I won't take it too far ♪ I see a good shrink and hey dream boy's no bell jar I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today ♪ Woolf took a dip with some rocks in her pockets I'd say comparatively, I've got a bad case of the fuck-its
It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine But it feels like shit right now, so just let me whine I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today ♪ The sun rose for Hemingway when he was twenty-seven
I've got a couple of years but I doubt it's gonna happen I'm pretty fucking jaded for someone my age
But I don't have any plans with Ernie's twelve-gauge I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine Please don't call suicide hotline, hotline