Either the doctor or the bottle needs to leave a confession
She's a victim of a vacant expression
Maybe her father's way he taught her left an awful impression
Picture perfect poster girl for depression
Days of the week come in colorful little pills
She just got a new one she'll see how it feels
A pretty and pink one to balance the teals
The ones that were makin' it harder to feel
The wind in her face
Dreams that she holds
She's done with the taste
Straight to the nose
Still gotta pray for the life that was stolen
Her skin must be frozen
She can't feel a thing she's holdin'
Out for the pink ones to allow her to think
Scrolling indefinitely
Thinking these bitches are better than me
Newsflash they mix the pink ones with the yellows and greens
Don't blame all of your friends love
You ain't the same girl
No change I know you're fed up
Ain't in the same world
Her dreams bleed into real life
She's makin' the rain slow down
Liftin' off of the pavement
She on her way home now
She on her way home now
She on her way home now
