"Good afternoon doctor"
"Good afternoon please come in...
yes, on the sofa please
make yourself comfortable
lay down, yes
you'll think that you've been a caged bird
for all your life and today is about to open that door
that cage's door come on, trust me tell me what happens"
She lives with me in my subconscious
She is the owner of my past and my present
Her home is my lack of security
and her food my anxiety, Freud, Help Me!!
She steps on everyone of my steps
She drinks wine beside me and from the same glass
She's the perfect woman my mother built for me
And she's fucking up my psychology
Help me Freud!!
Could it be doctor that the straightjacket
is still holding up my sanity?
That my complexes cant tear it apart?
Or could it be that the woman my mother built for me
is of a much too great height?
Could it be doctor that I ask for too much or that I conform with too little??
That I'm sane or completely mad
Or could it be that life isn't anything but a bunch of cravings?
And the one who pays for the broken dishes
Is always her...
The real one
The one who cares for me
The one who warms me up on cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost inside my head
She was built for me so pure and intelligent
Good for cooking and very decent
So unreal that she'll only exist inside my mind
but I insist in comparing her with her
Freud, Help Me!!
If she uses a short skirt there will be a problem
For the girl in my head is of another league
If she has an idea
We'll have to see what she has to say
And it feels like shit, Freud, Help Me!!
Could it be doctor that the straightjacket
is still holding up my sanity?
That my complexes cant tear it apart?
Or could it be that the woman my mother built for me
is of a much too great height?
Could it be doctor that I ask for too much or that I conform with too little??
That I'm sane or completely mad
Or could it be that life isn't anything but a bunch of cravings?
And the one who pays for the broken dishes
It's always her
The real one
The one who cares for me
The one who warms me up on cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the ghost inside my head...
Could it be doctor that this only happens to me
or does it happen to everyone?
And the doctor answered me: No one can be saved from this issue...