Lyrics In Treatment - Call Me Malcolm

In Treatment

Out of hope
Out of rope
I’m sick of caring
And unable to cope
Can’t stop the humming
Or the fingers drumming boredom
On this little tightrope
Then every week
We talk
I can’t stop thinking
That I’m not waving
Cause I think I’m sinking
I crack a smile
Cause I’m better off when I’m not
Under the scope
I gotta get me out of here
I’ve been face down the best part of a week
I wish I could say that every time we speak
I don’t feel so good, FYI
And by the way
(It's gonna be okay)
But I’m not in the mood
To talk about my day
(It's gonna be okay!)
So then I can conclude
This mental overflow
Is over the line
I hate this talk show
Words help
Everybody insists
It’s just a matter of time
Better medication
Means a little agitation
And it feels alright
Then every week
We talk
I can’t stop thinking
That I’m not waving
Cause I think I’m sinking
I can’t eat
I can’t sleep
I can’t feel
And I can’t tonight
I gotta get me out of here
This therapy’s making me weak
I wish I could say that every time
We live our lives for the weekend
In my defence
I don’t feel so good, FYI
And by the way
(It's gonna be okay)
But I’m not in the mood
To talk about my day
(It's gonna be okay!)
So then I can conclude
This mental overflow
Is over the line
I hate this talk show
I don’t feel so good, FYI
And by the way
(It's gonna be okay)
But I’m not in the mood
To talk about my day
(It's gonna be okay!)
So then I can conclude
This mental overflow
Is over the line
I hate this talk show