Songtext von Therapist

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 traumatised 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, fuck 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 every day I'm waiting for the hurricane You're spinning out and I'm in the eye, dying inside Honestly terrified Yеah So, you say: Babe, what's with the face? Maybе I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted And you know, I can't handle this Maybe I'm just a masochist Alright, fuck 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