"Psychology Is B.S. (Not Science)" lyrics

You've got friends
You've got friends
Practicing ventriloquists
Sentences, pretenses
Well, they're spoken for you
But what they don't know
Could fill a room

You've got friends
What's wrong with them?
Skeletons
Just talk to them
Or go see a doctor
Of medicine

So you're depressed
(So you're depressed, you're feeling down)
And head's a mess, I'll listen to you
(Your head is floating in the clouds)
And recommend, then promise to meet again
(And recommend a time for us, to see each other again)