Suicide Hotline by The Prettiots Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On a scale of one to Plath I'm like a four
My head's not in the oven but I can't get off the floor
It's not that bad, I won't take it too far
And hey, dream boy’s no bell jar

[Chorus]
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today

[Verse 2]
Woolf took a dip with some rocks in her pockets
I'd say comparatively, I've got a bad case of the fuck it's
It's not that bad and I'm told I'll be fine
But it feels like shit right now, so just let me whine

[Chorus]
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today

[Verse 3]
The sun rose for Hemingway when he was twenty-seven
I've got a couple of years but I doubt it's gonna happen
I'm pretty fucking jaded for someone my age
But I don't have any plans with Ernie's twelve-gauge
[Chorus]
I'm not fine but I'll be okay
I probably won't kill myself today

[Outro]
I'm not okay but I guess I'll be fine
Please don't call suicide hotline, hotline