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So I took my medication and I poured my trauma out On some sad-eyed middle aged man's overpriced new leather couch And we argued about Jesus, finally found some middle ground I said "I'm cured" And I divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts Keep the bad shit in my liver, and the rest around my heart I'm still angry with my parents, for what their parents did to them But it's a start But I ignore things, and I move sideways Until I forget what I felt in the first place At the end of the day I know there are worse ways to stay alive 'Cause everyone's growing And everyone's healthy I'm terrified that I might never have met me Oh if the engine works perfect on empty I guess I'll drive I guess I'll drive So I fell into a manic* Spent my paycheck at a Lulu 'Cause everyone's growing And everyone's healthy I'm terrified that I might never have met me Oh if the engine works perfect on empty I guess I'll drive I guess I'll drive From Letras Mania