Got a lot of stuff to say I'm not scared to get revealing I don't pay for therapy I get paid to speak my feelings Reach my hand inside my throat Pull my heart up in the hopes Somebody see through the smoke Recognize they're not alone I don't promise answers I can probably promise problems though I got lots of thoughts about impossibles and obstacles Alternate my strategy based on the given day, yeah Some days I'm a breakthrough Some days I'm about to break Everything I say feels a little bit fake When I feel my instability making my nerves shake Maybe this was a mistake, making them think I'm okay Now they're looking at me like, "Tell me who I'm supposed to be" But what's the other option? Keep my progress to myself And pretend I'm in the same place as when I wrote Get Well? No, I clawed tooth and nail to get out of that hell And I'm not talking contracts in case you can't tell But if you want to talk about the label I can do that too Oh never mind, I think I signed an NDA but I'm not sure Everyone's got their idea of how to make it through DIY 'til we die, Icon Army on the loose And I did think You just wanna fuck with me Did we get it?