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Therapy

 

Therapy

(Album: An Invitation To An Alternate Reality - 2019)


Oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh, oh
I hope we make it in the end
Oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, whoa
3, 2, 1

Therapy
So I'm not jumping off the balcony
When you're not here I need some therapy
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I hope we make it in the end

Feels like it was yesterday
Three years have passed and it's all the same
Still calling out my own mistakes
Put everything we have at stake

Cracks in the fault line
Somehow the fault's mine
You say I never change
But I kill myself just to make you stay

Only you make me feel like a loser
Only you make me feel like I'm dumb
I'm counting down the days till I come back home
Counting down the days till I come back home to you

3, 2, 1

Therapy
So I'm not jumping off the balcony
When you're not here I need some therapy
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I hope we make it in the end

Feels like I'm all I got
I give and take and you take it all
If I drop my guard would you break your walls
Cause we've come too far to watch this fall

And I can't let go
Put you on a pedestal
I know you'll never change
But I kill myself just to make you stay

Only you make me feel like a loser
Only you make me feel like I'm dumb
I'm counting down the days till I come back home
Counting down the days till I come back home to you

3, 2, 1

Therapy
So I'm not jumping off the balcony
When you're not here I need some therapy
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I hope we make it in the end

Oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh, oh
I hope we make it in the end
Oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh, oh

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