Blowing Up

[Verse]
I'm thinkin' I might need to call my therapist
There’s a knot in my stomach the size of a fist
It’s shaped like my weaponized work ethic
I set the bar too high and then bludgeon myself with it

[Chorus]
My friends are blowing up in a good way
And I'm growing old every goddamn day
I try brush it off and I try to be hip
And then I hate myself for being so pathetic

[Verse]
I'm thinkin’ I need to make another appointment
There’s a hole in my couch that’s the size of disappointment
It’s shaped like my ass that’s sinking by the minute
I say I need rest and then hate it when I get it

[Chorus]
My friends are blowing up in a good way
And I'm gonna blow every god damn day
Watching the whole world turn through a screen
It takes every ounce of data in me not to scream

[Verse]
I'm thinkin' I might need to call my mom and dad
I show them all my good side and hide when I'm sad
No one needs to hear from their bummed, burned out daughter
Even I'm sick of it so I dont even bother

[Chorus]
My friends are blowing up in a good way
And I'm showing up every goddamn day
To the movie of my life, it’s slow and never ending
I don’t like to watch it but I'm good at pretending

[Outro]
I'm thinkin' I might need to call my therapist
I might need to call my therapist