Therapist Songtext
von Lorenz Ambeek

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?