"Therapist" lyrics

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 traumatized, ah

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

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, yeah

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
You know I can't handle this
Maybe you should call your therapist