Therapy Songtext
von Blind Lion

I think I′ll pack my things up, and move to Philadelphia
Maybe a change of setting could fix my head and lift my spirits some

Lately I've felt pressure to get better from the ones I love
I′m taking steps to get there
I swear and promise
I haven't given up

So please don't stress
I will be fine
I′m told that things will get better with time


I′ve no more aspirations, but I do have dreams
They're of falling, failing, slipping, and running out of weed
Cracks in my windshield conceal where I ought to be
I pay someone to try and fix it though
I see them weekly

I′ve no more aspirations, but I do have drinks
A Whiskey, Gin and Tonic, what more could I need?
My mother tells me that I'm not where I should be
It must be just past those mountains
Over which I cannot see