Missed calls and unread texts, Google says that I'm depressed
Been a month since I made the bed, but I think I'll dye my hair instead
And I tried going to therapy, but it was too much commitment for me
So I ghosted the counselor, guess I didn't want to disappoint her too
My favorite thing to do
And I know there are worse off than me, yeah, I understand that logically
I got everything that I could need on top of Maslow's Hierarchy
And if only that would help me when I'm going down again
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
And in the future if we still exist, before we're all burned to a crisp
Will I finish my degree or will it finally finish me
Do I hate the way my life turns out? Cause I'm not mad about it now, oh God
Can I be someone else? Cause I'm so damn sick of myself
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
I'm going down
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Missed calls and unread texts, Google says that I'm depressed
Been a month since I made the bed, but I think I'll dye my hair instead
And I tried going to therapy, but it was too much commitment for me
So I ghosted the counselor, guess I didn't want to disappoint her too
My favorite thing to do
And I know there are worse off than me, yeah, I understand that logically
I got everything that I could need on top of Maslow's Hierarchy
And if only that would help me when I'm going down again
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
And in the future if we still exist, before we're all burned to a crisp
Will I finish my degree or will it finally finish me
Do I hate the way my life turns out? Cause I'm not mad about it now, oh God
Can I be someone else? Cause I'm so damn sick of myself
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
I'm going down
Been a month since I made the bed, but I think I'll dye my hair instead
And I tried going to therapy, but it was too much commitment for me
So I ghosted the counselor, guess I didn't want to disappoint her too
My favorite thing to do
And I know there are worse off than me, yeah, I understand that logically
I got everything that I could need on top of Maslow's Hierarchy
And if only that would help me when I'm going down again
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
And in the future if we still exist, before we're all burned to a crisp
Will I finish my degree or will it finally finish me
Do I hate the way my life turns out? Cause I'm not mad about it now, oh God
Can I be someone else? Cause I'm so damn sick of myself
Down, down, down, down, down, I'm going down
I'm going down
Writer: Ellen O'Meara
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