The Therapist (Explicit)

On the leather couch, exercising demons

No keeping secrets

A cold cup of coffee, a few more cigarettes

God only knows the roads I’ve been down

Educate me now, break me down

To the bits and pieces

I need somebody to bring me back to live

What's wrong with you

Tell me all your problems, let it out

What's wrong with you

Tell me all your secrets, get it out

I don’t know why these monsters are trapped in my head

I keep trying to put them to bed

I’ve got my hands inside my pockets

But I’ve felt no change in years

I’ve got these broken mirrors and they keep me here

I need a higher calling to get me out of bed

But god only knows the roads I’ve been down

Liberate me now

I need somebody to bring me back to life

Don’t talk just listen to us

Keep quiet on the couch and shut the **** up