Therapist

I really think that I Should get some rest Running out of time I'm so depressed Canceled all my plans I'm such a mess Devil on my shoulder Is my therapist Throw up in the mornings When I'm sad Give me just a second While I'm feeling down bad Therapist telling me I should let go Find out what's been Eating my soul Breaking out the cage But I been still Muscles going wavy Like I'm unreal Help me to my feet This ain't a drill I ain't feeling well Can I come still I need love but no one Wants to give it up I need hugs but no one's Around to live it up Playing by myself in An airtight room I'm going to shoot myself If I don't escape soon Smoking cigarettes All afternoon Let me pass out Lay in a cacoon Bring my ass home it's A quarter past 2 Taking shots because I don't know what to do Need some inspiration Give me some dictation Want to pick a fight to Sort through this frustration Build a foundation Taking formation Don't go putting out what We got in rotation The station is closed pick Me up around the corner Wasting all this gas while The Planets getting warmer We're all going to die think I need to inform her She never answered any Time I tried to phone her I guess I will die Without getting closure I guess I will die From the exposure I guess I will die Just as a loner I guess I will die Just as a stoner