profound yet self-aware midwest emo song title that has you in stitches

(well, i'm sure it's a lot scarier at night.)

i didn't ask to be brought into this world
to be the image of my parents.
i never thought that i would get this far
without collapsing to the ground.
pile of skin and bone,
stomach full of acetone.
a searing wit from years
of taking shit.

bring in the chorus to sing about that pain.
make it extra metaphysical, and don't let me die in vain.
my mother's eyes and my father's worst nightmares--
thinking about how i never got to grow up.

online friends can't keep you sane
when no one in yr life wants to hear it.
and i tried, i tried so hard to tell you
how much every day hurt me but
you never wanted to listen.

bring in the chorus to sing about that pain.
make it extra metaphorical, and dont let me die in vain.
my mother's eyes and my father's worst nightmares--
thinking about how i never got to grow up.

(as a physician, you of all people should know the
dangers of reopening old wounds.)