You don't bring home roses
You just bring home stress
You never say I look good
When I'm looking my best
And if we're staying up all night
It's cause you're moaning
And not the good kind
Want you to be happy
But not at my expense
The more I listen and I listen
The more I'm thinking
You don't need a girlfriend
You just need a therapist
You got too much drama
I'm not qualified to fix
I would hold your body
But you want somebody
That will hold your shit together
You don't need a girlfriend
Truth is
You need a therapist
La-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la