Therapy - New Politics

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

I hope we make it in the end

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Oh, whoa

Therapy

So I’m not jumping off the balcony

When you’re not here I need some therapy

I’m gonna fuck it up again

I hope we make it in the end

Feels like it was yesterday

Three years have passed and it’s all the same

Still calling out my own mistakes

Put everything we have at stake

Cracks in the fault line

Somehow the fault’s mine

You say I never change

But I kill myself just to make you stay

Only you make me feel like a loser

Only you make me feel like I’m dumb

I’m counting down the days till I come back home

Counting down the days till I come back home to you

Therapy

So I’m not jumping off the balcony

When you’re not here I need some therapy

I’m gonna fuck it up again

I hope we make it in the end

Feels like I’m all I got

I give and take and you take it all

If I drop my guard would you break your walls

Cause we’ve come too far to watch this fall

And I can’t let go

Put you on a pedestal

I know you’ll never change

But I kill myself just to make you stay

Only you make me feel like a loser

Only you make me feel like I’m dumb

I’m counting down the days till I come back home

Counting down the days till I come back home to you

Therapy

So I’m not jumping off the balcony

When you’re not here I need some therapy

I’m gonna fuck it up again

I hope we make it in the end

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

I hope we make it in the end

Oh, whoa, oh, oh

Oh, whoa, oh, oh