Real Leather - Kaonashi

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