How do you tell somebody that you think you need therapy That you’ve lost all of your creativity That all you do is eat Sleep Cry And repeat That the floor is your new best friend Because it’s got the best view of the ceiling How do you tell them That you drown your time with movies Trying to escape To a different reality Where you are anyone but you Because being you is more than you can handle right now How do you tell them That you just want somebody to hold you and stroke your hair And tell you everything will be alright How do you tell them the truth?