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) It's in my neck, it's in my back It's in my bed, it's in my sex And every extra little bit of flesh When I'm undressed, it is grotesque Oh, it's in my food I eat to puke It's in my dreams, another killing spree Oh, it's in my mama, it's in my pop They did their best Fuck, what a mess Or maybe it's all in my head shrinks, hey, yeah Yeah, maybe, baby, it's all in my head shrinks, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, maybe, baby, it's all in my head shrinks, hey, yeah, yeah Said, maybe, baby, it's all in my head shrinks, hey, yeah, yeah It's in my neck, it's in my death 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