I sit down with a head shrink
She asks me, "Where do you feel it?"
Oh, I feel it
It's in my neck, it's in my back
It's in my inability to unpack the past
It's like a car I can't un-crash
It's just too hard
But I gotta start, she said
And the to-do list, it
It's up on my fridge, it
It haunt me, it taunt me
Yeah, it tell me
To fix my neck and fix my back
And fix my inability to unpack the past
It's like a car I can't un-crash
It's just too hard
Yes, hard
But I gotta start, she said (she said)
Yeah, you gotta start, she said (she said, she said)