Said you left me just to focus on your mental health
I guess I never guessed you needed any true professional help
And I shouldn’t earn a medal cuz I meddled with your central peace
I did it for some words to go over this instrumental beat
Cuz life without a meaning means a boy without a soul and shit
Know I was doing well before the hell and the explosions hit
I was confident, so then I dropped it, then I’d broken it
And honesty, I kinda wanted more than just a swollen clit
As your therapist, I found solace in your sickness
If you are ill, then that means all I gotta do’s prescribe the pills
You saw it as love, but then I raced you to the finish
I left you in the dust, covered in grime when we were climbing hills
Cuz I don’t have the strength to up and carry you
Or help you out, the manic pixie dream boy, I’m just trying to embellish you
I never had the courage just to show you that I care for you
I relished in your pain, I think this shrink was overzealous
I’m a serial deranged kid, anxious and insane kid
I’m more selfish and crabby than a shellfish
Try hard to be selfless, I take pleasure in pain
I’ve said “I” and “me” 27 times, guess I am selfish
Or more so than you, though, post-me accusing you
I’ll blame it on you any day to powerfully abuse you
Then fix you up the next day, anyway I know I’m ill
But it won’t make a difference if you’re leaving me still
I know I haven’t said “I’m sorry” in a minute
So I’m sorry, and you’re so kind, I know you will forgive it
But what’s a man if not his word cuz it’s as phony as his standards?
We may never know if we keep running from the answers
And I’m that same runner that I’m racing when I’m high
But my feet are running separate, thus I’m tripping to the sky
I’d call you a competitor, but you would never try
And if all you are’s a metaphor, then what the shit am I?