Talk to Them

I need an intervention Of the fifth dimension in my head Maybe I need confidence Maybe it's coincidence Thoughts that I have had Shouldn't be said My Mother gave me recklessness My Father gave me reverence The mail man brought back letter that we sent And every time I'd try to go The road would turn to indigo And I could not see the end No help for the helpless If you can't help yourself Misery for the selfish So you can go talk to her Or you can go talk to him More than less, the greater sum Always giving next to none Leaves everyone tryin' to feel connected The Doctor said he'd ease my pain Said it was just a mental strain And that I am, more or less infected No help for the helpless If you can't help yourself Misery for the selfish So you can go talk to her Or you can go talk to him Yeah, you can go talk to her Or you can go talk to him