I Can't Wait to Tell My Therapist About This

Sleep to pass the time There's nothing else to do now When the phone rings It's never who I want it to be My head won't cool down The pills, air, and water don't help Those thoughts are back again Why fight 'em off when they're destined to return My nights are okay til they take this dark turn I'll keep this all in mind All of my favorite things They might as well not exist I feel so detached I don't think the clock's working right At least there's some things To look forward to soon I guess Those thoughts are back again Why fight 'em off when they're destined to return My nights are okay til they take this dark turn I'll keep this all in mind But when I wake up I'll be just fine Until this time next week And I'll tell everyone I'm pretty good As I stutter through the words But when I wake up I'll be just fine Until this time next week And I'll tell everyone I'm pretty good As I'm dying inside