The Therapist

My old lady told me I'm fine when I'm not drinking

But she's not the one who's got to walk around in this skin

This body of mine, yeah, it has a very vicious way

Of acting all the stress out, pushing people away

So why should I not crumble?

And take a tumble on my own sweet head

'Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead

That's what the therapist said

Yeah, little Billy told me to mock all the merry ways

Live under a raincoat in Easter and die on a Christmas day

Whoa, and why should I not crumble?

Take a tumble on my own sweet head

'Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead

That's what the therapist said

Then the therapist told me not to bother with loving one another

And focus on the I, me, man

Don't even bother with sisters and the brothers

'Cause not to love yourself is a crime, so do it till you fine, whoa

My old lady told me I'm fine when I'm not drinking

But she's not the one who's got to walk around in this skin

And why should I not crumble?

And take a tumble on my own sweet head

'Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead

That's what the therapist said

Oh, if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead

That's what the therapist, oh, my crazy therapist

Oh, that's what the therapist said