Uber to Therapy

Samuel walks through trees with me, Let my branches burn down the chimney, I don’t want to be at your party, Don’t want anyone to talk to me… On your roller skates, Showin’ me my baby teeth, Turn the light down I’m seein’ red, Wanna be a child with you again. Shadow of the moon on me, Take an Über to therapy Is there something here for me to eat? Nevermind, I am not hungry. Use your sticky fingers to/ Open up my window and look through/ Make the face that you always do, Really wanna go with you... Really wanna go with you… Really wanna go with you but there is really no more room But there is truly no more room.