Paroles

I think I need therapy (therapy, therapy, therapy) Falling down rabbit holes again I'm walled in by my thoughts, won't leave my bed Who's calling? I hear ringing in my head I'm falling, running out of options I think I need therapy, the pharmacy The little orange bottles 'til they're all empty Therapy, need dopamine Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak Wait, who are you? (who are you?) And who let you in my head? I'm pacing circles around my room Wearing holes in my carpet It's past two (past two), rewatching old movies again I'm falling, running out of options I think I need therapy, the pharmacy The little orange bottles 'til they're all empty Therapy, need dopamine Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak Therapy, th-therapy Or maybe just somebody that will– (Therapy, d-d-dopamine) Or maybe just somebody that will– And now it's the second time in three days that I haven't left my room The medicine cabinet's empty, think I'll need a refill soon My parents started yelling 'cause I'm getting out of bed at noon I'm sorry, mom, the truth I think I need therapy, the pharmacy The little orange bottles 'til they're all empty Therapy, need dopamine Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak Therapy, th-therapy Or maybe just somebody that will– Therapy, d-d-dopamine Or maybe just somebody that will–
Writer(s): Thomas Gaetano Larosa, Isabel Larosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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