Therapy - Isabel LaRosa

Lyrics by：Isabel LaRosa/Thomas LaRosa

Composed by：Isabel LaRosa/Thomas LaRosa

Produced by：Thomas LaRosa

I think I need therapy

Therapy therapy therapy

Fallin' down rabbit holes again

I'm walled in

But my thoughts won't leave my bed

Who's callin' I hear ringing in my head

I'm fallin' runnin' 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 would let you in my head

I'm pacing circles around my room

Wearin' holes in my carpet

It's past two past two

Re-watching old movies again

I'm fallin' runnin' 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 the therapy

Or maybe just somebody that will

Therapy do do 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 need a re-fill soon

My parents started yelling at me 'cause I'm

Gettin' 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 the therapy

Or maybe just somebody that will

Therapy do do dopamine

Or maybe just somebody that will