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Stop Fish

I want you back
That’s the worse thing I could say
Only laying on the couch
Like ah, this couch could be my grave
I wanna slap
That would make me quite upset
But if my brain came out my ear
Then I guess that’s what I’d get
I need a nap
And to see where all my edges are
I need to be alone before I can even hope to start
Spit on me again that’s impressive
‘bout eight feet apart
But if we laugh again
That will tear my mental health apart
f**k

How come everything is pain
Every time I was happy
It surely went away
But Babе they gotta work all day for very little pay
I think that’s f**kеd
And sadly so am I
If I ever have kids I hope they can’t see out their eyes
When I imagine my kids they kinda look like you
And I’m sorry, and that’s true I think I’m f**ked
I really think I’m f**ked
I made a million bucks (He made a million bucks)
But then I had to spend it all on therapy
I learned the deadly lesson (The world isn't that bad)
That money doesn’t help my depression
And you’re stuck with your brain
No matter how much you make
And you will surely find new problems
Naïve is the thought to think money is ought
To be the thing that always solve them

I am f**ked (I think you’re f**ked)
I think I’m f**ked (I think you’re f**ked)
I think I’m f**ked (I think you’re f**ked)
I think I’m f**ked (I think you’re f**ked)
Yeah I made a million bucks (He made a million bucks)
But then I had to spend it all on therapy
I learned the deadly lesson (The world isn't that bad)
It doesn’t help my depression

As we become obsessed with straight staring at phones
My brain has now become unable to cope
The techniques in the methods that they use on my brain
Are extremely effective, and far too great
And now I’m just laying here dead on my couch
Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth
And as they generously feed me my ads for the day
For the week for the month
I think we’re f**ked
I think we’re f**ked
I think we’re f**ked
I think we’re f**ked
I think we’re f**ked
And now I’m laying here dead on my couch
Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth
And as they generously feed me my ads for the day
For the week for the month

Stop Fish
I want you back

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