Diagnosed Dissociative

Dressed up like play pretend Knee deep in the world's quicksand The water's warm Come on, jump in Sitting here on the couch, I pray Somebody else here owns my brain What is this place? Seems safe Ooh, I guess I'll stay Mmm What a mess, they should lock me away I'm a good girl but I'm in a bad place Oh-oh-ohh, oh, no-oh-ohh, yeah And I confess, I'm out of my mind It gets loud in here so I dim the lights Oh-oh, ohh, oh, no-oh-ohh I guess that's what they call dissociative Doctors don't get what pills won't fix I'm breaking up with my therapist I guess I quit, that's it I'm done with this— Mmm Help me, help me Leave me alone Don't hold me low, just hold me close Don't, don't, don't Wait, don't go Mmm What a mess, they should lock me away I'm a good girl but I'm in a bad place Oh-oh-ohh, oh, no-oh-ohh, yeah And I confess, I'm out of my mind It gets loud in here but I dim the lights Oh-oh-ohh, oh, no-oh-ohh, oh I guess that's what they call dissociative Mmm What a mess, they should lock me away I'm a good girl but I'm in a bad place Oh-oh-ohh, oh, no-oh-ohh, oh And I confess, I'm out of my mind It gets loud in here so I'll dim the lights Yeah, oh-oh-ohh, oh, woah I guess that's what they call dissociative