My Therapist's Couch

Sometimes I need more than a prayer
To deal with all that's going on up there
That place inside my mind
Where all my demons hide

Sometimes I need more than a psalm
When grey matter begins to storm
Someone to help keep me afloat
As waters slowly rise

So, morning time I pray about it
Afternoon, I talk it out
I heal at the altar
And on my therapist's couch

Sometimes others can lead me to restoration
And help me cope with all the issues that I'm facing
Sometimes the process of processing
Is finding someone to assist
With a notepad and pen
We'll work through
'Cause the only way to happiness can't be a spotless mind
Eternal sunshine
Life ain't always sweet as clementines
Sometimes wins let me down till they turn to an L
Sins of my kin locked my brain in a cell
Church playing keys singing Lord, You're my help
But sometimes, You help me through somebody else
Sometimes healing has a practical step
Finding someone to help me get well

So, morning time I pray about it
Afternoon, I talk it out
I heal at the altar
And on my therapist's couch

Morning time I pray about it
Afternoon, I talk it out
I heal at the altar
And on my therapist's couch

Away, away
Take the pain away, away
Away, away
Take the pain away, away
Away, away
Take the pain away, away
Away, away
Take the pain away, away

Mind falling like autumn down wooden stairs
Tumbling hard to the bottom and staying there
Unspoken problems change like clothes
It's been wearing my down
I've been closed
Scared to open up
Drop my guard to the ground
I sit on my therapist's couch
A testament of strength
I kneel at the altar
Read the testaments, repent
Penniless thoughts got me losing my sense
So if healing comes at a cost, Lord
Let my time be well spent
Therapy