New Politics - Therapy

I hope we make in the end
3 2 1!
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 in the end

Feels like it was yesterday 3 years have passed and it’s all the same
Still calling my own mistakes put everything we have at stake
Cracks in the fault line somehow the faults mine
You say i never change but i’d 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
I’m counting down the days till i come back home to you
3 2 1!
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 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 to far to watch this fall
And I cant let go put you on a pedestal
I know you’ll never change but i’ll 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
I’m counting down the days till i come back home to you
3 2 1!
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 in the end

I hope we make in the end.

Written by:
David Boyd, John Feldmann, Joseph Kirkland, Louis Vecchio, Soren Hanson

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