Pick Up The Phone

[Verse 1]
I'm scrolling through pictures, and, oh, God, I miss her
That girl that I used to be
She filled rooms with light, and looked forward to life
'Til the pain got the best of me

[Verse 2]
There's stains in my shirt, and the lack of self-worth
And the mold inside a coffee cup
Haven't brushed my hair, chronically self-aware
I'm the only one who thinks I'm a fuck-up

[Chorus]
I know I should just pick up the phone
And tell my brother that I feel alone
Therapy, I really ought to go
This time
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know what would be best
And still don't wanna get better, better, better, better
I don't want
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want—

[Verse 3]
My career and my dog and the best fucking mom
All the people who sing my songs
And Katie and Sophie, my girlfriend who knows me
I still don't think I'm deserving

[Pre-Chorus]
To be loved when I'm the one who's hurting

[Chorus]
I know I should just pick up the phone
And tell my brother that I feel alone
And, therapy, I really ought to go
This time (Ahh)
But serotonin's fucking with my head
She's making it so hard to leave my bed
It's crazy that I know what would be best
And still don't wanna get better, better, better, better
I don't want
To get better, better, better, better (I don't want to)
I don't want—

[Post-Chorus]
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want (I don't want)
To get better, better, better, better
I don't want—

[Outro]
I know I should just pick up the phone