Real Leather

Open the door to him standing there
 "Have a seat in that leather chair"
 Scratching, sweating, tapping on the floor
 What did I even come here for?
 "How were you as a child?
 Were you weird? A nerd? Misunderstood?
 Were you a problem child?
 How tall are you? What does this picture remind you of?"
 Why would it matter anyway?
 I don't need to be saved
 Read between the white lines
 I'm dependent
 On this shit
 Wish I could quit
 But I'm stuck to the script
 The pills, they make me feel real
 They make me feel fake, make this go away
 All day, they shake and shake and shake
 Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest
 That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest
 The white pills and white lies that they taught you
 About anti-depressants in high school
 Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest
 That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest
 The white pills and white lies that they taught you
 About anti-depressants in high school
 Where's the lighter?
 Where's the lighter?
 Where's the...
 Where's the lighter?
 Where's the lighter? Fuck it
 Don't take out
 Your wisdom teeth and then ask me for advice
 I know your type;
 Predatory appetite, come take a bite
 Every doctor, every nurse, every therapist, every counselor
 Every time
 Leave me alone, I'm fine
 But they never fucking listen
 Why won't you fucking listen?
 High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it's not right
 I just want to feel normal
 High all the time, like a lowlife, I know it's not right
 I just want to feel something
 Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest
 That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest
 The white pills and white lies that they taught you
 About anti-depressants in high school
 Take what's on your mind and get it off your chest
 That broken heart on your sleeve tells me you're not like the rest
 The white pills and white lies that they taught you
 About anti-depressants in high school
 Dumb junkie dropout who gave up and copped out
 For sympathy and empathy is dead now
 She's better off underground
 No one remembers him now
 Just one more teen who went straight for plan B
 And picked death over his fucking family
 Pronounced dead at the scene
 Sucker with low self-esteem
 It rained in Philly today
 But it always rains in my head, radio Thom Yorke
 Tell him to cheer me up
 See, who gives a fuck? You really want to know what's on my mind?
 I want to die
 That was the longest walk home from my first session
 Don't ask me these questions, don't get the wrong impression
 I'm fine, I don't need a lesson, I hate this fucking school
 And this chair is uncomfortable