Pick Pocket

Psych says I have MDD, new diagnosis I'm socially anxious, let's add to the list But just a little bit, cause I can't commit To shit, not even my mental illness I need out of this place My heart begins to race Is my name even mine, this isn't my face I'm headed to space, pass the bong and a rocket I'm rubbing my eyes right out of their socket Cause the love of my youth now lives in a locket I'll probably lose to a fucking pick pocket They'll take it like it's their own Say they got new pictures to fill mines home My picture will now live alone With those of them I can't take off my Phone My family hates me, have half of them blocked I vent to a notebook just cause it can't talk And say something wrong, no it just turns to songs Some will say saved them and others will mock I need out of this place My mind begins to race Is my name even mine, this isn't my face I'm headed to space, pass the bong and a rocket I'm rubbing my eyes right out of their socket Cause the love of my youth now lives in a locket I'll probably lose to a fucking pick pocket They'll take it like it's their own Say they got new pictures to fill mines home My picture will now live alone With those of them I can't take off my Phone I'm headed to space with the bong and a rocket So I don't cry my eyes right out of their socket Cause It's my fault the love lives in a locket Defensively call the next one pick pocket The locket will be their own I'll be the intruder in their home I already am alone