The Therapist

On the leather couch exercising demons
No keeping secrets
Pour a cup of coffee, a few more cigarettes
God only knows the roads I've been down
Educate me now, break me down
To the bits and pieces

I need somebody to bring me
Back to life

What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your problems, let it out
What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your secrets, get it out
I don't know why these monsters
Are trapped in my head
I keep trying to put them to bed

I've got my hands inside my pockets
But I've felt no change in years
I've got these broken mirrors but they keep me here
I need a higher calling to get me out of bed
But God only knows the roads I've been down
Liberate me now

I need somebody to bring me
Back to life

What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your problems, let it out
What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your secrets, get it out
I don't know why these monsters
Are trapped in my head
I keep trying to put them to bed

What's wrong with you?
What's wrong, what's wrong
What's wrong, what's wrong

What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your problems, let it out
What's wrong with you?
Tell me all your secrets, get it out
I don't know why these monsters
Are trapped in my head
I keep trying to put them to bed

What's wrong with you?
What's wrong, what's wrong
What's wrong, what's wrong