[Verse 1] White lines on the table, my shrink’s on speed dial He don’t take insurance, just a baggie and a smile Said, “Doc, my head’s a prison, can you let me out?” He handed me a pill bottle, said, “Swallow, don’t think about” I don’t smoke weed… I *become* the weed Green veins in my fingers, THC in my dreams Mirror shows a stranger, pupils like black holes But the dealer says I’m healing, so I pay with my soul [Pre-Chorus] Pills taste like candy, powder smells like rain Reality’s a postcard, I sent it away My brain’s a kaleidoscope, spinning out of frame I’m not broken… just rearranged [Chorus] My dealer is my therapist, he knows all my scars Sells me temporary heaven in a mason jar I did so much molly, I turned into a Lisa Frank sticker Rainbows in my bloodstream, but the high’s getting quicker Therapy’s expensive, but his rates are cheap Trade my sanity for a sugar rush, then I crash in the street My dealer is my therapist, he don’t ask why Just keeps the prescriptions coming till the day I die [Verse 2] Last night I saw unicorns prancing on the ceiling My skin’s a neon canvas, glitter’s my new feeling Couch is where I live now, sheets stuck to my back Dealer knocks at 3 AM, says, “Baby, you look wack” I said, “I’m a work of art, man, a masterpiece in decay” He laughed and said, “Keep buying, and you’ll fade away” I don’t smoke weed… I *become* the weed Stems in my hair, seeds in my teeth The world’s a coloring book, and I’m using permanent ink But the pages are burning, and I can’t stop to think [Pre-Chorus] Pills taste like candy, powder smells like rain Reality’s a postcard, I sent it away My brain’s a kaleidoscope, spinning out of frame I’m not broken… just rearranged [Chorus] My dealer is my therapist, he knows all my scars Sells me temporary heaven in a mason jar I did so much molly, I turned into a Lisa Frank sticker Rainbows in my bloodstream, but the high’s getting quicker Therapy’s expensive, but his rates are cheap Trade my sanity for a sugar rush, then I crash in the street My dealer is my therapist, he don’t ask why Just keeps the prescriptions coming till the day I die [Bridge] Am I healing or just high? The line’s getting thin My reflection’s a sticker, all sparkles and sin Lisa Frank on my skin, glitter in my eyes I’m a walking hallucination, but it feels so alive Dealer says, “This is growth,” but my bones feel like glass I’m a piñata full of emotions, just waiting to crash Maybe I should call 911, but the phone’s melting too My therapist’s on vacation, and the dealer’s got new glue [Chorus] My dealer is my therapist, he knows all my scars Sells me temporary heaven in a mason jar I did so much molly, I turned into a Lisa Frank sticker Rainbows in my bloodstream, but the high’s getting quicker Therapy’s expensive, but his rates are cheap Trade my sanity for a sugar rush, then I crash in the street My dealer is my therapist, he don’t ask why Just keeps the prescriptions coming till the day I die