You know my back hurts really something awful
Headaches so bad I got drugs by the drawerful
Shame so fierce that telling you isn't lawful
My writing's so lame that it's all blah blah blah-ful
Too messed up for the literati
Broken inside, you can call in Scotty
Emotions are a mess, all tied up in knotties
I can see the vultures now circling my body
Help me, I'm begging for support
Lost so bad can't even comport
Making up stories that I distort
People scared to be caught in my court
Getting too old to hang out with a crew
Had to quit drinking and no coffee too
Gluten free pizza all covered in cashews
My life is so routine that it's all deja vu
So down on myself, I'm really quite a mess
I guess this signal is a bit of a distress
My feelings are the opposite of excess
What I'm doing now is the opposite of impress
Help me, I'm begging for support
Lost so bad can't even comport
Making up stories that I distort
People scared to be caught in my court
Maybe I can't get help for these problems
Maybe wait till I hit rock bottom
Maybe some quick fix, oh, already bought em
Maybe I just have to stop singing
And get some actual help from a licensed therapist