It's bad again, wish I could tell you different
That the laundry and trash aren't piling up
Tell you I don't have to talk myself down from panic attacks
I get them every other day and some days, twice
I wish I could tell you anything at all, but I'm coping
Hopefully I'm coping.
I wish I could tell you I make more than I spend
I wish I could say I'll come home for a weekend
And when my ex sent me old photos from a vacation,
I wish I could tell you I'm still the girl who's in them