Waltzing Until Then: Crazy Don’t Make You a Therapist

Crazy Don’t Make You a Therapist

You know just what my problem is
That’s the first thing you say to me
When was the last time you were here but for – brief, discreet pleasantries?
You read it on the internet
It’s all in the good book
Everyone is just as lost as you

(Chorus)
Crazy don’t make you a therapist
In therapy don’t mean you’re certified
You’re like a conquistador
Saying, ‘all I see is mine’
Saying, ‘all that I see… it is mine’

Sorry, I forgot: you can’t be wrong
You know I’m not raising my voice
You’re the one who’s gonna have a break down – if I don’t choose your choice
Your Babel tower model
You built with Jenga bricks
What did you really think I’d take from it?

(Repeat chorus)

Stop me if you’ve heard this one
While in spiritual vagrancy
With shades of white swatches on a ring – your feng shui rosary
Baby’s breath, mother of pearl
Eggshell… you drop the cards
All the king’s horses… alright, I’ll stop


May 8, 2009