Verse 1] Don’t wanna wake up, my brain’s on the fritz, My coping skills called in, they’ve all quit their shifts. Got group in a minute, still wearing my hood, And somehow I swear that’s considered “self-care,” so we’re good. [Pre-Chorus] And I think to myself, “yeah, this day’s gonna suck,” But the group chat is blowin’ up memes of the ducks. Someone says “Ground—breathe,” someone else sends a GIF, And the Struggle Bus honks like it’s ready to lift. [Chorus] And I guess that’s why they call it the blues, When your thoughts start a riot and your mood hits the snooze. Laughin’ it off with the MSR crew, Sharing our chaos and therapy truths. Wait ‘til tomorrow—your mood might improve, Or we’ll ride the Struggle Bus with matching tattoos. Yeah, I guess that’s why they call it the blues. ⸻ [Verse 2] Time on my hands? More like time in my head— Those intrusive thoughts really should start paying rent. We talk about boundaries (we pretend we have those), Then someone brings snacks and all progress just slows. [Pre-Chorus] But we keep showing up ‘cause the vibes are elite, Half healing, half gremlin, all trauma-and-treats. Ducks screaming loudly like they’re in group too— Honestly same, that’s a whole therapy mood. [Chorus] And I guess that’s why they call it the blues, When your brain does a backflip you didn’t approve. Holding it down with the MSR crew, Laughing so hard we forget what we’re through. Wait ‘til next session, we’ll trauma-review— But for now grab your hoodie, there’s healing to do. Yeah, I guess that’s why they call it the blues. ⸻ [Tag / Outro] We vent, then we giggle, then someone cries too, But we love this whole mess ‘cause it feels like a crew. Chaos looks better when shared by a few— Yeah, I guess that’s why they call it the blues.
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