You're not a punk
Upper middle class
No absent dad
Your brother's not in rehab
White privilege life
You don't get cat called or harassed
Cops only pull you over
To help you pay for gas
Tell me why you're sad
Well you know scars
They're not only skin deep
You don't choose your brain chemistry
And truth be told I'm sick of me
Let me tell you about anxiety
It's not scared of being watched
It's scared of being seen
It's double checking the oven
When you haven't cooked for weeks
Let's set one thing straight
You've played the victim as of late
The only illness you have
Are the ones you've learned to fake
You're just a guy
Who gets sad from time to time
You make mountains out of mole hills
And the next day you'll be fine
Now just a second, let's rewind
If you think disease
Is just the ailments you can see
I got news for you
That shit ain't true
I'm not defined by disabilities
Let me tell you about anxiety
It's not scared of being watched
It's scared of being seen
It's double checking the oven
When you haven't cooked for weeks
I don’t know doc, this is pretty fucked up
I am not "three pills a day"
Panic attacks on crowded trains
I am not a walking disorder
Who just happens to have a name
My body might be able
This smile's a little fake
I'm not asking for attention
I'm asking for a break
Trust me I'm not joking
When I'm shaking in a crowd
And I shouldn't have to write tis song
For you to figure that out
My body might be able
This smile’s a little fake
But I’m not asking for attention
In fact, I’m asking for a break