The Psychiatrist Is In - God Help the Girl

Written by：Stuart Murdoch

Grow up you're nearly thirty one

What happened when

You were a child

Do you require an analyst

Or will a friendly smile suffice

Find your space

Are you breathing well

Do you feel ok

Are you calm

Are you comfortable

Is your heartbeat racing

Is this your soul you're facing

Lay down my couch

Is over there

I think you'll find

It's way more comfortable

Take off your glasses

Don't be scared

For thirty pounds

I'll listen to your

Stories dear

Shut the window there

We should keep

This session intimate

Don't you agree

I've experience

In matters similar

I can juggle

I can knit a pinafore

But I'll listen

To your tale

And give you some advice

I was an ace when I

Was young

I learned to dance

I didn't have to learn

I was a case when I grew up

A case of hope crashing

To the ground

I learned

I hit the skids

And I woke up me myself and

I was a different person

If I take you on will

You be pliable

As a confidant I'm quite reliable

Dreamer though you are

It is you

That's been my signpost

So far