looks like i'll be ok i'll find me a perfect man someday
but until that point i think i'll be just fine
guess i'll just improvise but i won't cut back or compromise
if you want these pills to fix me make up your fucking mind if you want me to

try em out for your attention
try em out for the next convention
try out the plans you promise always work out fine
save us all the extra tension
save me an intervention
i'd love to stay and listen but i just don't have the time

it's really fucking tiring
to keep getting put on delay
but you won't be retiring
there's more money to be made

i'm running out of options to control my mental health
cause the doctors won't listen and the pills don't help
i struggle to explain how i don't feel well and they never hear me out

there's not much incentive to fix my brain
they just drag it out for the monetary gain
they don't care if i'm dying or i go insane
it's all the same to them

this isn't reality it's all just a game
i'm not a human being i'm just a damaged brain
if i'm using psychotropics it's not for their perks
it's not because i want the high i just want something that works

you can take it for the entertainment
you can take it for the energy
you can take it for personal enjoyment
but don't take it from me

take a minute to ask yourself where you put your empathy
is it in your candy basket or behind your framed degree
is it in your summer home your cottage by the bay
is it in your cadillac you paid for with my copays
you ignored my name criticized my they/them/their
so fuck your bloated salary and fuck your bleached white hair