paroles de chanson Therapist - Jeremy Zucker

You always keep one in your purse
Just in case you get the urge
So if you start to feel worse
A couple hours I'm on a plane
Feeling insane
Probably traumatized, -ized

So you say, "Babe, what's with the face?"
Maybe I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know I can't handle this
Maybe I'm just a masochist
Alright, f- up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear, you know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist

I do my best to stay away
'Cause I can't save you everyday
I'm waiting for the hurricane
You're spinning out, and I'm in the eye
Dying inside
Honestly terrified, yeah

So you say, "Babe, what's with the face?"
Maybe I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know I can't handle this
Maybe I'm just a masochist
Alright, f- up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear, you know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapisT
You know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist