Therapy II

I spent so long Trying to figure it out You were a tropical coast I was the thunder in the clouds My broken heart Was so conceited to think It was the only thing to suffer For my shitty mistakes So I'll go out tonight And get real high Let my anxiety maneuver me Through bars and city lights I've given up on being happy Finding love in someone else I won't accept what I am given I'll have to find it in myself So what I might be too punk rock For you So what I never cut my hair Like you wanted me to Well, that's cool Don't get me wrong It was fun while it lasted Trips to the park And a love made of plastic She saw Me at my lowest I see No reason to stop I got a record to beat Am I a masochist Or just a prick I can't tell the difference All these songs sound like shit But I can't stop I'm an addict you see Depression's my drug And this guitar is my therapy So what I might be too punk rock For you So what I never cut my hair Like you wanted me to So what It's been a long-ass year Feeling lousy So what I don't care, you're better off Without me I know I fucked up It's getting dark I'll say I'm sorry But I don't think that it matters much Anymore