Therapist Without a Degree Lyrics

Only one purpose that I serve to the dead

Freaking out at the thought of not being needed

Keeping my enemies closer than my friends

Cause it won't cause alarm when I suddenly ghost them

Talking in tongues like my mind is so twisted

Telling you riddles and I wait for you to solve 'em

Upside down, on my head, waiting for a skull crack

Stranger things have happened though, yeah way worse than all of that

Feeling like a monster, way back in Poison

"Innocent"'s ironic because I was guilty back then

Didn't have the time to address the real problems

Therapy helped, but it sure didn't solve them

I don't know how to be a friend if not a helper

I don't know how to say "the end" to a conversation

Don't know how to put myself first even

Though I told myself that I am better than all of them

I am not a psych major

I didn't know how to help her

But I've done this rodeo

I am a therapist without a degree, oh

Only one purpose that I served to my "friends"

They didn't want me happy, they didn't want a grin

Say what you want and how you feel, just so long as it doesn't

Hurt their fucking feelings

On eggshells, I tread

Think outside the box but within their perimeters

You're a fool for think that's sustainable, would ever work

Or ever pay, it only benefits your own misery,

You insolent child, should've stayed in the left lane

I hope that he's happy, now that I have Escaped him

Hey There, Hailey, saw you in the hall you didn't

Shoot even a glance, yeah, it hurt, but I'm over it

Shut off my emotions cause it's easier than feeling them

I don't know how to be a friend to the new guy

I don't know how to ask my old friends about why

They went ghost, just like the shit I said before

I no longer feel the pressure of all of your eyes

I am not a psych major

I didn't know how to help her

But I've done this rodeo

I am a therapist without a degree, oh

I don't have the patience to explain why she's wrong

I don't have the info to explain why he's gone

I don't have the money to afford their new song and

I don't have the self awareness to admit that I'm dumb

A bunch of thoughts, all of which are barely connected

Don't know how to talk in a way that connects them

I don't know how to process my own damn emotions

Cause I help everybody else and never reverse it

I am not a psych major

I didn't know how to help her

But I've done this rodeo

I am a therapist without a degree, oh