Fired My Therapist Songtext
von Madelline

Swede couch with the springs digging into my back
Room so cold, how am I supposed to relax?
Blank stare on your face, wait for you to react
I′m feeling kinda cynical
Tap, tap, so distracted by the sound of your pen
Tick-tock, I'm just waiting for the hour to end
Everything′s just a little out of focus
Keep waiting for my breakthrough moment

But I'm so tired and vulnerable
Guess that's what I get for spilling my guts
Only out a hundred fifty bucks

Then I fired my therapist
She dug too deep
Then took her fee
No, I don′t need psychoanalysis
I need a script
Anything to fix this broken brain


Starting to think I′m a little too self-aware
I can do the same gig, yellow pad and a chair
Look up every 30 seconds and pretend that I care
I'm feeling kinda cynical
′Cause I already know the perfect questions
To uncover all that I'm suppressing
Maybe that′s the reason that I keep you guessing
The subtle art of misdirection

'Cause I don′t wanna give up control
Maybe I'm all better, maybe not
But I can say I gave it a shot then

I fired my therapist
She dug too deep
Then took her fee
No, I don't need psychoanalysis
I need a script
Anything to fix this broken brain
Anything to fix this broken brain

I wanna feel better
Wanna feel better
Wanna feel better, better
I wanna feel better
Wanna feel better
Wanna feel better, better
I wanna feel better (I want to feel better)
Wanna feel better (to feel better)
Wanna feel better (I want to feel better), better


I fired my therapist
Had a good run
But I think we′re done, done, done