Today, I almost threw myself on the road
There wasn't much to hold me back, I suppose
(No, no, no, no, no)
And I hate that we can't talk about it
If that's just how I feel, it's how I feel
If I'm the only one, I doubt it
So tell me how to deal 'cause
Okay, maybe I need some help
My head is spent and I'm unwell
Whatever's left is just a shell
And I need some help yeah, I need some help
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Everything that starts gotta find an end, and that's true
(That's true, that's true, that's true)
Yeah, so give me the drugs and a microphone and you
(And you, and you, and you, and you)
Yeah, yeah, I hate that we're not frank about it
If that's just what is real, then that's real
If I'm the only one, I doubt it
So tell me how to deal 'cause
Okay, maybe I need some help
My head is spent and I'm unwell
Whatever's left is just a shell
And I need some help
Yeah, I need some help
Okay, maybe I got some scars
And I shouldn't be so fucking hard
On myself, but I'm not doing well
And I need some help
Yeah, I need some help
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Da, da-da, da, da-da
Help...
Help...
