歌词
Written by：Lulu Laurette Prat/Kathryn Goldberg
On a scale from one to Plath I'm like a four
My head's not in the oven but I can't get off the floor
It's not that bad I won't take it too far
I see a good shrink and hey dream boy's no bell jar
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today
Woolf took a dip with some rocks in her pockets
I'd say comparatively I've got a bad case of the **** it's
It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine
But it feels like **** right now so just let me whine
I'm not fine but I'll be OK
I probably won't kill myself today
The sun rose for Hemingway when he was twenty seven
I've got a couple of years but I doubt it's gonna happen
I'm pretty ******* jaded for someone my age
But I don't have any plans with Ernie's twelve-gauge
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today
I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine
Please don't call suicide hotline hotline