Their / They're / Therapy Songtext
von Their / They're / There

This sucks
I suck
Out of predictable emotions
These are the sad bastard conditions
And certainly not what I would sing


Am I OK
Drawing on the floor
Drawing in circles around the spots where you were
My memory is selective
I can′t say I'm ever sure
I can′t say my intentions are ever too pure
Tracking your steps like a detective
I guess you could call it a problem
What goes on inside my head
A ring of constant questions
Subtle hands set in discretion
Keeping quiet but losing my voice instead

This sucks
I suck
Of documented emotions and self-diagnosed conditions
Am I OK
Am I OK
Am I OK
Am I OK