You Don't Look Familiar

"Hey, darlin, you oughta listen better.
That bald spot is bigger than it was
This time yesterday,
So is that grey cloud you got covering those irises.
People do notice,
Notice that you're wearing long sleeves in 100 degrees,
Because you're mainstream.
Or is that mainlining?
Just like we were talking about the other day,
Americans are too damn worried about whose ass
They'll have to kiss tomorrow.
So no one will tell you.
And speaking of asses,
Remember when I told you
You surpassed your caloric intake for the week?
Yeah, you oughta listen better.
Maybe take a break from stuffing your face.
Remember when you loved to get out and go and do?
You'd probably look better if you got back into that habit
And got out of this place.
I think you know what it's doing to you.
Reminds me of those shows on tv where the dumb broad
Is so far gone
That she won't get help.
Won't leave.
The help she had sought got sick of helpless tears.
She got sick of people telling her to get help
And backing out when they realized she was serious.
You ain't so different, Baby.
Just you and me versus the world
Writing shitty, sappy verses
Because your coping skills have been trash lately
And your sleeves aren't strong enough to hang you from the ceiling.
No matter how hard you hallucinate."