Therapist

[Verse 1]
You always keep one in your purse
Just in case you get the urge
So if you start to feel worse, a couple hours
I'm on a plane, feeling insane, probably traumatised

[Chorus]
So you say "Babe, what's with the face?"
Maybe I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know I can't handle this
Maybe I'm just a masochist
Alright, fuck up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear you know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist

[Verse 2]
I do my best to stay away
'Cause I can't save you every day
I'm waiting for the hurricane
You're spinning out and I'm in the eye
Dying inside, honestly terrified, yеah

[Chorus]
So you say "Babe, what's with the face?"
Maybе I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted
And you know I can't handle this
Maybe I'm just a masochist
Alright, fuck up my life
Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight
I swear you know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist
You know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist