Pills Lyrics

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills in the morning in the night

Change my dosage every week just until we get it right

And my brain is such a mess see my therapist twice

Think they want me locked away am I

Not right

They say everybody's somebody's everything well

Not me

When I show up in their office start to wonder what they're seeing

Human beings can never just be objective I'm the subject of discussion

I know therapy's elective but I think they think I'm

Broke enough to need their residential cuffs and it's a plus that I got history in my family but no one's understanding me

It's maybe cuz we're seated

Or maybe cuz my thoughts have still been racing as of recent

But guess I'm feeling great tho

And my hearty rate low

Haven't seen my parents cuz you know I fucking hate those

Maybe I'm

Adjusting to a change in mood

Maybe I can make it through maybe I got just enough appointments I should make it to

But also I'm an anxious mess

Hate she hasn't text me yet

Hate that I can't even look in mirrors cuz that person isn't someone that I recognize

Wish I had some better times

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills

So they got me taking pills in the morning in the night

Change my dosage every week just until we get it right

And my brain is such a mess see my therapist twice

Think they want me locked away am I

Not right

I wonder how I'm supposed to be

And what healthy supposed to look like

Right now I live to entertain I hate the laughs on ways to fame

I do the things that dull my flame I want to change but do the same like I can't change my culture change my ways like I just want the fucking vultures that been eating after to me to give me some sense of acceptance like I'm

Destined to be more than me

When I can't see the fucking forest from the trees because I'm color blind

So literally

Dignity is shrinking from these videos I'm posting

When I'm the one that posts it

Can't even read post it hate the message when I leave it

So I hate my songs I hate myself

Can't tell if therapy can help

How can these people help me

Can't even fucking help myself

Overall I'm feeling well

If broken I can't even tell

Thoughts could put me in a cell

Songs I make could never sell

So really am I doing well when life is overwhelming and my happiness ain't happening

Keep on taking pills maybe happiness will happen then