Please Stop Calling Yourself My Support System by HuntedGatherer

[Intro]
[furious acoustic downstrokes, feedback squeal, stick count]

[Verse 1]

You always text me “hey just checking in"
Like you’re collecting evidence for sainthood
Then disappear the second I answer honestly
Cause actual sadness kills the fucking mood

[drums slam in]

And I am so tired of people
Who treat compassion like a personality trait
Like every fake concerned conversation
Needs to end with you feeling morally great

You love saying “reach out anytime”
At parties where ev-ree-bod-ee’s drunk
Then act inconvenienced when somebody actually does
Like “damn dude this is heavier than I thought it was”

[acoustic strumming harder]

Yeah no shit
Human suffering usually is

[Chorus]
[full band explodes, gang vocals]

So please stop calling yourself my safety net
You’re just a trampoline with holes in it

You wanna feel important
Without risking discomfort
You wanna LOOK caring
Without actually showing up

And I hope you break your fucking spine
Patting yourself on the back

[gang vocals]

Fake friend
Fake heart
Fake fucking empathy

[Verse 2]
[guitar pulls back slightly]

You post mental health visual summaries
Like baseball cards for emotionally shallow adults
But I heard you talking about Dustin
after he OD'd  and died, and now I'm
supposed to believe you cared when I cried?

[snare driving harder]

And maybe I sound bitter
Cause I am bitter
Cause I remember every single time
You treated vulnerability like an awkward social accident

You love the aesthetics of damaged people
Right up until they start acting damaged
Then suddenly your talking about “boundaries”
In the most weaponized voice imaginable

[Pre-Chorus]
[everything cuts except acoustic and mandolin]

I swear some people would rather attend your funeral
Than answer the phone at 1 AM

[Chorus]

So please stop calling yourself my safety net
You’re decorative padding at best

You say “I’m always here for you”
With the confidence of somebody
Who knows they’ll never actually have to prove it

[gang vocals]

You love the performance
You love the credit
You love the version of yourself
that gets to say you care

[Bridge]
[everything drops except one violently strummed acoustic guitar]

And you wanna know what's fucked?
I know some of you probably mean well

But intention without effort
Is just emotional masturbation

[slow drum build]

You can’t keep treating compassion
Like a theater production

Where the goal is a standing ovation
Instead of connection

[build growing huge]

Cause some of us are bleeding out over here
And you’re too busy curating the perfect reaction

[Breakdown]
[band erupts]

I DON’T NEED
ANOTHER FUCKING
“LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING”

I NEED PEOPLE
WHO SHOW UP
WITHOUT TURNING IT INTO THEIR PERSONAL BRANDING

[gang vocals]

OH MY GOD
JUST ADMIT
YOU LIKE LOOKING LIKE A GOOD PERSON

[Final Chorus]
[absolute chaos, gang vocals huge]

So please stop calling yourself my safety net
You self-congratulatory piece of shit

Please Stop Calling Yourself My Support System

I survived despite you
Not because of you

I hope someday somebody treats you
With the exact same shallow concern
You keep feeding everybody else

[outro gang vocals]

CHECKING IN
CHECKING OUT
RUN YOUR MOUTH
CASH IT OUT!

..."Thoughts and prayers"

Yeah go fuck yourself

[Outro]
[everything falls apart except acoustic guitar]

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[Intro] [furious acoustic downstrokes, feedback squeal, stick count] [Verse 1] You always text me “hey just checking in" Like you’re collecting evidence for sainthood Then disappear the second I answer honestly Cause actual sadness kills the fucking mood [drums slam in] And I am so tired of people Who treat compassion like a personality trait Like every fake concerned conversation Needs to end with you feeling morally great You love saying “reach out anytime” At parties where ev-ree-bod-ee’s drunk Then act inconvenienced when somebody actually does Like “damn dude this is heavier than I thought it was” [acoustic strumming harder] Yeah no shit Human suffering usually is [Chorus] [full band explodes, gang vocals] So please stop calling yourself my safety net You’re just a trampoline with holes in it You wanna feel important Without risking discomfort You wanna LOOK caring Without actually showing up And I hope you break your fucking spine Patting yourself on the back [gang vocals] Fake friend Fake heart Fake fucking empathy [Verse 2] [guitar pulls back slightly] You post mental health visual summaries Like baseball cards for emotionally shallow adults But I heard you talking about Dustin after he OD'd and died, and now I'm supposed to believe you cared when I cried? [snare driving harder] And maybe I sound bitter Cause I am bitter Cause I remember every single time You treated vulnerability like an awkward social accident You love the aesthetics of damaged people Right up until they start acting damaged Then suddenly your talking about “boundaries” In the most weaponized voice imaginable [Pre-Chorus] [everything cuts except acoustic and mandolin] I swear some people would rather attend your funeral Than answer the phone at 1 AM [Chorus] So please stop calling yourself my safety net You’re decorative padding at best You say “I’m always here for you” With the confidence of somebody Who knows they’ll never actually have to prove it [gang vocals] You love the performance You love the credit You love the version of yourself that gets to say you care [Bridge] [everything drops except one violently strummed acoustic guitar] And you wanna know what's fucked? I know some of you probably mean well But intention without effort Is just emotional masturbation [slow drum build] You can’t keep treating compassion Like a theater production Where the goal is a standing ovation Instead of connection [build growing huge] Cause some of us are bleeding out over here And you’re too busy curating the perfect reaction [Breakdown] [band erupts] I DON’T NEED ANOTHER FUCKING “LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING” I NEED PEOPLE WHO SHOW UP WITHOUT TURNING IT INTO THEIR PERSONAL BRANDING [gang vocals] OH MY GOD JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE LOOKING LIKE A GOOD PERSON [Final Chorus] [absolute chaos, gang vocals huge] So please stop calling yourself my safety net You self-congratulatory piece of shit Please Stop Calling Yourself My Support System I survived despite you Not because of you I hope someday somebody treats you With the exact same shallow concern You keep feeding everybody else [outro gang vocals] CHECKING IN CHECKING OUT RUN YOUR MOUTH CASH IT OUT! ..."Thoughts and prayers" Yeah go fuck yourself [Outro] [everything falls apart except acoustic guitar]

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