Bite Size Help

I write songs about the way I feel But sometimes I don't feel, other times I feel too much I don't air my dirty laundry I wear it out in public when I do shows But now the laundry room needs some work Tons of contractors, they give me estimates And that was such a lousy metaphor But if I told the truth It'd all be comin' out like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Saw at least ten therapists last week Each one gave me a different form to fill out And when the therapy's done, what can I expect? Maybe medication But in the meantime I seclude myself, I distract myself Otherwise I'm gonna cry all day And when the therapy's done, and I'm all cried out I tried to tell ya' But it all kept comin' out like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da This bite size help keeps me at bay But it really only teaches me how to act When they say it's gonna be okay They're all, "Marc, it's gonna be okay" It's like givin' a whale a Tic-Tac Ooh I talked to my daughter on the phone She was visiting grandma, a.k.a. my mom Said she found a Donald Duck plush doll That I once loved when I was her age I cried because what if I passed the torch? What if Juliana ends up this fucked up? And partially because I miss that doll I wanna cry on it's shoulder And mutter words that sound like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da This bite size help keeps me at bay But it really only teaches me how to act When they say it's gonna be okay They're all, "Marc, it's gonna be okay" It's like givin' a whale a Tic-Tac Ooh