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I was scrolling through pictures And, oh, God, I miss her That girl that I used to be She filled rooms with light And the [?] to life 'Til the pain got the best of me There's things in my shirt [?] And the lack of self-worth And the mold's inside the coffee cup Haven't brushed my hair Chronically self-aware I'm the only one who think's I'm a fuck-up I know I should just pick up the phone And tell my brother that I feel alone And, there I'd be [?], I'd 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, and better, better, better I don't want— Letras de canciones My career and my job And the best fucking mom All the people who sing me songs And Katie and Sophie A girlfriend who knows me I still don't think I'm deserving To be loved when I'm the one who's hurting I know I should just pick up the phone And tell my brother that I feel alone And, there I'd be [?], I'd 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— To get better, better, better, better I don't wanna— To get better, better, better, better I don't wanna— I know I should just pick up the phone From Letras Mania