Therapy Hours

[Intro] Xanax in my system, tryna keep me calm Fifty minutes left until my thoughts are gone White noise machine keeps humming, clock keeps running down Another session, another crown [Verse 1] Rich kid problems, yeah, they laugh at what I feel Newton bubble kept me safe but kept it all surreal Momma's tech job stress passed down into my veins ADHD brain, can't focus through the pain Two hundred dollars just to spill my fucking guts To someone nodding, writing notes about my cuts Not the physical, the ones inside my head Trust fund baby blues got me seeing red [Chorus] Therapy hours, counting down the time Paying someone just to hear me whine Therapy hours, in this leather chair Acting like I'm healing, do I even care? Therapy hours, mama's voice replay "Everything's okay," that's what they all say But nothing's okay [Verse 2] Got these pills that make me normal, what's that even mean? Suburban wasteland got me feeling so obscene Journal entries, worksheets, breathing exercises Can't meditate away these fucking crisis Posted 'bout my healing journey on the 'gram While popping bars just to give a damn Privileged pain still hurts behind closed doors Building walls up while I'm keeping scores [Bridge] Deconstructing every thought like building blocks Family trauma hidden behind golden locks Generational anxiety flowing through Wonder if my therapist sees right through [Chorus] Therapy hours, counting down the time Paying someone just to hear me whine Therapy hours, in this leather chair Acting like I'm healing, do I even care? Therapy hours, mama's voice replay "Everything's okay," that's what they all say But nothing's okay [Outro] Clock strikes done, another session ends Back to pretending that I'm making friends With all these demons living in my head Maybe next week I'll finally feel ahead