High Function Low Drive

I finally got my life under control

No more dishes in the sink

And I’m not forced to overthink

Why does it feel like I’m on parole?

I told my wishes to my shrink

I keep my chin up, but I don’t blink

High function, low drive

I feel like I’m living a stranger’s life

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

I’ve finally learned how to speak in the right tone

No more fighting with my kin

The bigger person lets them win

Why does it feel like my life is not my own

A life in Stepford, full of doubts

Minus the husband, kids and house

High function, low drive

I feel like I’m living a stranger’s life

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(How does it feel?)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(How does it feel?)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

(Oh, Baby, give me all your sadness)

High function, low drive

I feel like I’m living a stranger’s life