Therapy Songtext
von Isabel LaRosa

I think I need therapy (therapy, therapy, therapy)

Falling down rabbit holes again
I′m walled in by my thoughts, won't leave my bed
Who′s calling? I hear ringing in my head
I'm falling, running out of options

I think I need therapy, the pharmacy
The little orange bottles 'til they′re all empty
Therapy, need dopamine
Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak

Wait, who are you? (who are you?)
And who let you in my head?
I′m pacing circles around my room
Wearing holes in my carpet
It's past two (past two), rewatching old movies again
I′m falling, running out of options


I think I need therapy, the pharmacy
The little orange bottles 'til they′re all empty
Therapy, need dopamine
Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak

Therapy, th-therapy
Or maybe just somebody that will–
(Therapy, d-d-dopamine)
Or maybe just somebody that will–

And now it's the second time in three days that I haven′t left my room
The medicine cabinet's empty, think I'll need a refill soon
My parents started yelling ′cause I′m getting out of bed at noon
I'm sorry, mom, the truth

I think I need therapy, the pharmacy
The little orange bottles ′til they're all empty
Therapy, need dopamine
Or maybe just somebody that will let me speak

Therapy, th-therapy
Or maybe just somebody that will–
Therapy, d-d-dopamine
Or maybe just somebody that will–