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Psychiatric Goose Chase
04:39
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My whole life has been just one big psychiatric goose chase
I'm tired of all these pills with no thrills and putting on this face
Well, I've been crying for help, ever since words could be uttered from my Lips
I didn't know what the other kids were drinkin but I knew pretty soon I didn't wanna sip
And I've been dying for things to look up but they started way down deep In the South
And I thought I had it good right before I understood anything that came Out somebody's mouth
My whole life has been just one big psychiatric goose chase
I'm tired of all these pills with no thrills and putting on this face
Well, first it was the zoloft back when I was in third grade
After that it gets real blurry, all these synthetic shapes and names
Lexapro and Fluxotine, I asked for xannies, guess a girl can dream
Instead they gave me some antihistamine and acted like it was gonna do The same thing
But I have panic attacks, not allergies, but I guess they can smell my dirty Addict genes
And I heard they treat depression now with ketamine, and I know that I Really like ketamine
And there's this wasps nest I call my mind, it's screaming and it's buzzing every second I'm alive
So I smash in my skull to kill them from inside and the venom oozes out And taints all that's mine
My whole life has been just one big psychiatric goose chase
I'm tired of all these pills with no thrills and putting on this face
Well, you'll earn yourself a new pair of grippy socks when you run out the Doctor's office and they call the cops
To give you booty juice and screaming neighbors, assault and suicide Watch are written in your papers
FMLA will save the day until your job decides that they wanna fuck you Over anyway, and life as you know it crumbles all away so you
Start another lap on the psychiatric goose chase
And there's this static within my brain, it's deafening and blinding and is all That remains of any last part of my mind that's sane
Like some cliche about the sun that you can't see through the rain
My whole life has been just one big psychiatric goose chase
I'm tired of all these pills with no thrills and putting on this face
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I Smell Like Anxiety
03:00
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I'm choking on cigarettes, trying to start a conversation
I have a light, but
I have asked to use yours twenty times
Because even where I'm comfortable, I'm so fucking uncomfortable
Am I always this shy, or am I just too high
I try to be myself but he sucks at being herself
And it makes it kind of hard when she fucking hates them self
This music is too loud, and there's cotton in my mouth
And I can't remember how to stand
So I word vomit on your shoes
You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse
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My gibberish tastes smokey
And my clothes smell like anxiety
I smell like anxiety
I'm sure the tar in my lungs is worth the friends that I've yet to make
Every time I open my mouth, it's a mistake
Maybe my size sixteen stilettos will invite someones stiletto
To pierce right into my lungs
And as the red black and shame spill out they'll finally see me inside out
And wonder what I've become
Then I'll word vomit on your shoes
You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse
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My gibberish tastes smokey
And my clothes smell like anxiety
I smell like anxiety
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