I Don't Believe You

You tell me I’m pretty
You tell me I’m smart
You tell me that I
have some talent at art
You tell me that I
Should always trust you
But I really know
That it’s all untrue

CHORUS
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
So what are my parents
Paying you for?

You say it’s not me
You say that it’s them
But we both know
That’s a laugh, that’s a gem
Is it biochemical?
Or some stimulus?
It seems like you’re making
A whole lot of fuss and

CHORUS

If I’m so normal, like you say
Why do I come to see you every other day
And pardon me for making this sound too theatric
But I feel that I’m living at Blue Ridge Psychiatric

You say I have so
Much that I can give
Rouse up youthful blood
Be valiant and live
And if you put me
On three kinds of meds
Then you can silence
That voice in my head.  But

CHORUS x 2

I think I feel happier already.