Therapy Loudon Wainwright III

I wonder why you love me, baby
I hardly love myself at all
I think we're both a little crazy
We need some therapy that's all
I'll see a man, you see a woman
You need a mom, I need a dad
It's not our fault we have this problem

Our parents made us, we were had
I know that there's someone out there
Who knows what the hell is happening
You know that we must do something
'cause God knows and he's not helping
Just twice a week for just an hour
Just walk on it, just let it out

I know we'll both feel so much better
Don't let depression with the bout
Don't bottle up those awful feelings
You're not the one who knows it all
There is a nice big box of Kleenex
If you break down and start to bawl
I know that there's someone out there

Who knows what the hell is happening
You know that we must do something
'cause God knows and he's not helping
I'm full of fear and paranoia
You are hysterical and sad
Let's do it, babe, you know I love you