Songtext von Suicide Hotline

On a scale of one to Plath I'm like a four My head's not in the oven But I can't get off the floor It's not that bad, I won't take it too far I see a good shrink and Hey dream boy's no bell jar I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today Woolf took a dip With some rocks in her pockets I'd say comparatively I've got a bad case of the fuck it's It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine But it feels like shit right now So just let me whine I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today The sun rose for Hemingway When he was twenty-seven I've got a couple of years But I doubt it's gonna happen I'm pretty fucking jaded For someone my age But I don't have any plans With Ernie's twelve-gauge I'm not fine but I'll be okay I probably won't kill myself today I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine Please don't call suicide hotline, hotline