The Therapist Letra

Writing all the stress out, pushing people away

So why should I not crumble?
Take a tumble on the home-sweet hill?
Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead
That's what the therapist said

Yeah, little Billy told me to mockle all the merry ways
Live under the what they call the easter
And die on Christmas day (w-oh)

Why should I not crumble?
Take a tumble on the home-sweet hill?
Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead
That's what the therapist said

Then the therapist told me not to bother with love and one another
An' focus on the Ivy man
Don't even bother with sister's and the brother's
Cause not to love itself is not is a crime
So do it, til' you feel fine (w-oh)

Ma' old lady told me: "I'm fine when I'm not drinking"
But she's not the one who's got to walk around when you're scared

So why should I not crumble?
Take a tumble on the home-sweet hill?
Cause if I wasn't here, then I'd surely be dead
That's what the therapist said
Oh, if I wasn't here, then I'd sure be dead
That's what the therapist, oh my crazy therapist
That's what the therapist said