There are days
I’m sure a cloud
Hovers over me
And everything
Appears to be grey
There are times
I feel nothing’s
Going Right
And Everything
Makes me feel blue
Curl up in bed
Bad thoughts running
Through my head
Wishing I were dead
But none of that happens
‘Cause I’ve got you
Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, Celexa
Don’t need drugs
‘Cause I’ve got you
Who needs them when
I’ve got you
There are nights
When I just
Can’t stop thinking
I’ve been swallowed
By a hole that’s deep
And black
There are moments
When I might feel that
Something’s missing
I’m in a haze
Of pure beige
Curl up in bed
Bad thoughts running
Through my head
Wishing I were dead
But none of that happens
‘Cause I’ve got you
Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Wilhelm Reich, Margaret Mahler
Don’t need therapy
‘Cause I’ve got you
Who needs them when
I’ve got you
Yeah, who needs them when
I’ve got you
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