I cancel all my plans like once a week
To question who I am, like therapy
I'm making ground
I even started cutting sugar out

Talking to myself, not much to say
The meditation helps but it doesn't stay or hang around
Oh great, I'm in my feelings now

Tracing circles only makes things worse
than it needs to be
I'm all out of ideas

Chorus
Don't look yet, I'm in progress
Tripped on the steps that I've taken
I'm not broken, I just want this
To take a little less patience
Stitch me up and rinse all the feelings
Wake me up to the person I'll be just
Don't look yet, I'm in progress

Misdiagnosing me with shit advice
Don't see your degree must be nice
To have it figured out
You don't know what you're talking about

I know what you mean when you're telling me
Just relax and breathe
I guess it's just the thought that counts
But who's counting?