It's the 21st century But I'm still suffering from bad humours Where you lay in bed because your chest is caving in I guess that's why they call it depression.
It's okay, just put on a bird mask Fill it with sage and breath in the fumes While the memes tell you you're the bad energy in the room
It's easier to go to internet strangers And admit that maybe you might be in danger Than to tell your mom that you're ready to leave her "I'm fine because I always am." That's not really an answer.
Everyone gets sad sometimes We don't take it seriously anymore Because death doesn't scare us What scares us is 60 more years Of wondering what the point is Working at a job we hate To buy another mocha latte with Six shots of espresso Just to stay awake through the ballet performance Put on by our children That we felt obligated to have Through pressure of society But yeah, it's just depression Everyone has it Its fine There's always someone who has it worse Just grow a pair Cowboy up It can only go up from here Right?