You pressure me! I hate that! I feel rushed. I feel like I have to love you.
You're the only guy that will look at me.
But you're not the only guy that can make me feel like shit
and still be happy at the same time.

No, see, I have this thing called a father.

Dad and Mickie, I guess this post it dedicated to you.

Mickie:
STOP IT! Get the hell out of my head!
You get under my skin,
make me think no other guy will love me.
Look at me.
LOOK AT ME!
I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE.

Hey Dad:
Stop coming back when I don't need you.
Stop making feel like I can trust you,
like I can rely on you.
Stop not being there when I do need you.
Stop making me feel like I can't trust you,
like I can't rely on you.