Tea Tree Therapy

Why am I panicking?

It's just me, the cafe's empty

Waiting for six p.m

I can head home, sit, cry again

Waiting for somebody who can teach empathy

For 10 years I've been, rusty

My heart's racing, not any better

Just like the holes on my sweater

I can't reverse the time to make it right

It'd be another time

Waiting for somebody who can teach empathy

For 10 years I've been rusty

Vacant rooms inside my head, all the guests waiting downstairs

I still haven't made the beds yet

Green leaves fall from the tea tree

To meet me

I'm waiting for somebody who can teach empathy

For 10 years I've been rusty

Vacant rooms inside my head, all the guests waiting downstairs

I still haven't made the beds yet.