The Therapist

On the leather couch exercising demons No keeping secrets Pour a 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 life 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 but 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 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 What's wrong with you? What's wrong, what's wrong What's wrong, what's wrong 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 What's wrong with you? What's wrong, what's wrong What's wrong, what's wrong