Therapist

I can't take care of myself
Calling for help
Calling for you
And you
Stare back at me
In clear despair
Say why are we here

Applied to a steady job
So I could pay bills
How is that so
Overtime well spent
Smoking breaks were heartfelt
In a blue-collar cage

And my therapist said
We are not born in sin
But I'm a mess and he's a passenger too
And we'll lose it to the fewest of few

As I try to resist
The stolen kiss
I am buried away
No one's gonna come
No one's gonna save us now
It's all up to you
Whatever you do

Why are we here
Where do we go from here?



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Klement, Ambeek Lorenz
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