Therapy

I just got out of therapy
Turns out I’m the problem
I think that I’m the enemy
Issues, yeh I got them
I’m looking for some clarity
But I guess, I don’t know me at all
I’m sick of my reality
Get up, get high, then cry myself to sleep

I’m an atheist to my Sunday best
Crossing all the lights in my skin tight dress, no
I don’t wanna talk about it
Cause all I do is talk about it
I know
I know, I know, I know

I’m crying on the internet
Fully clothed in my bathtub
Reruns on a TV set
Got a few habits to pack up
Passenger seat, dashboard confessional
Gotta go see another professional
I’m sick of my reality
Get up, get high, then drive myself crazy

I’m an atheist to my Sunday bеst
Crossing all the lights in my skin tight dress, no
I don’t wanna talk about it
Cause all I do is talk about how I’m not mysеlf
If I’m not depressed
I could sleep for days
And my room’s a mess, so
I don’t wanna talk about it
Cause all I do is talk about it

Just another little episode
It’s a blue Tuesday
That’s the way it goes
Comfortable in a goldfish bowl
While you're floating on
In all-time low

I’m an atheist to my Sunday best
Crossing all the lights in my skin tight dress, no
I don’t wanna talk about it
Cause all I do is talk about how I’m not myself
If I’m not depressed
I could sleep for days
And my life’s a mess Oh!
I don’t wanna talk about it
Cause all I do is talk about it
I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I just got out of therapy
Turns out I’m the problem