I'd Rather Die Than Get Therapy

So now you're asking how I've been
Well I'm great but you're fucking boring
I know you look down on me
And I'd rather die than get therapy

Don't try and tell me how I really feel
You're always whining that I'm gonna keel
Can't carry on this way, cling to yesterday's
Leftover plates and drunken mistakes

And then you ask me how I've been
Awful, and keeping it in
You act like you're above it
I'm so fucked up but you love it

Don't try and tell me how I really feel
You're always whining that I'm gonna keel
Don't try and t-t-tell me what I know
You're always whining and it's getting old

You only call when your friends leave
And you played it up so I'd worry
You know I'm actually glad that you left me
I get less shit in the punk scene

So I drown it out with ethanol
And I get high on the vitriol
Bottom out at the funeral
And that's just business as usual

Bitch

Is it hot when I cry though?
Won't know your name tomorrow's
Dishes in the sink, best wishes get a shrink

Why? So they can ask me how I am?
I don't think that they'd understand
There's nothing inside you'd want to see
And I'd rather die than get therapy, but apparently

It just feels so good to let it out~
And every little thing just freaks me out
And it's not punk cause it sounds bad, it's just how I feel
You're never gonna change that by being real

Just wait till I'm the one on top
I'll milk this shit for all it's got
You won't look down, you'll be engrossed
Pull you in but don't let you close!