Sometimes, I shut up inside
Not such a picture of misery
Oh, but most times
The loss of a life
Still takes with it the joy out of me

Well I've been so low
Now my elders and my betters
Are noticing a deteriation
In my performance at school
Now I'm retreating into
The shelter of pop fascination

chorus
They tell me I need
Your professional assistance
Order of the SCC
So give to me your professional assistance
'Cause something is the matter with me
To this I didn't agree

So here I sit one side of the room
Now you're the other, waiting for me
To re-open all the terrible wounds
But I don't accept this is what I need

Yes I've been so low
But the summer brought me someone
I'll always find them adjacent
Don't think of me as your case
I just want out of this place
I don't have the time or the patience

repeat chorus

Well I know these scenes so well
I don't feel any need to tell
I can deal with this myself
No, you won't get anything out of me
Out of me

Still they tell me I need
Your professional assistance
Order of the SCC
So give to me your professional assistance
'Cause something is the matter with me

repeat chorus

Your professional assistance...