Therapist lyrics

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