Rett Madison – Mediums, Therapists, and Sheriffs Lyrics

I talk to a medium
Just to break the ice
Cause I hadn’t spoke to you
Since the week before you died
I was making up my bed
When you called me to make amends
Somewhere out there on the edge of breaking
Down

I sit with a therapist when me in
I pay him the bucks to get not a bad
Your landlord got my
your check bounced
When Dad found out wept said
you slept at his house


Who wants to talk that?

I think

my to hold my
When I saw your brother’s wife at the
quipped “How you came
all the way from LA”
I swear to God I almost punched square
In yellow teeth with mullet hair
But I off like I
“My Mom once, I oughta here”


Who wants to talk that?

I think

When I from the
The one carried you from
heart crawled my throat
when said you were in print
on the was a wallet with my
twisted of me to you thought
“Hell, gonna miss her”


Who wants to talk that?

I think
Ah-ha-ah
Ah
Who wants to talk that?

I think you now