Alex Spears - debbie downer Lyrics

Everything you say is so damn negative
Don't know why you think I'm your therapist
You're a textbook pessimist
Happiness won't exist because you won't let it
Always a reason to complain
Always a reason why you just can't change
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
I'm not as miserable as you, I guess I'm doin well
You bitch and cry but refuse the help
Oh Debbie Dear you hold the key to ur own prison cell
You think you're the main girl in a TV show
But it got cancelled seven seasons ago
Wish I could hit a pause button on one of your episodes
Or change the channel cause it's getting old
Always a reason for your charades
Always a reason for the rain on your parade
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
I'm not as miserable as you, I guess I'm doin well
You bitch and cry but refuse the help
Oh Debbie Dear you hold the key to ur own prison cell
Maybe if you talked to a professional
Instead of a young adult, you may find better results
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
Your two cents would fit better in a wishing well
You bitch and cry but you won't help yourself
Oh Debbie darling there is no lock on your prison cell
Always a reason to complain
Always a reason why you just can't change
Always a reason for your charades
Always a reason for the rain on your parade

Everything you say is so damn negative
Don't know why you think I'm your therapist
You're a textbook pessimist
Happiness won't exist because you won't let it
Always a reason to complain
Always a reason why you just can't change
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
I'm not as miserable as you, I guess I'm doin well
You bitch and cry but refuse the help
Oh Debbie Dear you hold the key to ur own prison cell
You think you're the main girl in a TV show
But it got cancelled seven seasons ago
Wish I could hit a pause button on one of your episodes
Or change the channel cause it's getting old
Always a reason for your charades
Always a reason for the rain on your parade
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
I'm not as miserable as you, I guess I'm doin well
You bitch and cry but refuse the help
Oh Debbie Dear you hold the key to ur own prison cell
Maybe if you talked to a professional
Instead of a young adult, you may find better results
Hey Debbie Downer, how's the weather in your hell?
Your two cents would fit better in a wishing well
You bitch and cry but you won't help yourself
Oh Debbie darling there is no lock on your prison cell
Always a reason to complain
Always a reason why you just can't change
Always a reason for your charades
Always a reason for the rain on your parade