Freud Sits Here

It's close to chaos
But it's certainly not
I'm doing my best
But I feel on the edge
Freud sits here, but he doesn't tell me
Where I can sit with him

It's close to something
But it's definitely nothing
I'm losing my breaks
But I'm raising a snake
Jesus lies here, but he doesn't tell me
Where I can lay with you

What to do to get a cure?
Should I call my mom
And ask her to rescue me?
How many times can I sing, can I sing
In a song the word love?

Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love