Jesus, My Mama, My Therapist Lyrics

Bartender Betty's got a real big mouth
Sally at the beauty shop will tell every blonde in town
Pastor Peter passing judgement like the passive played around
On Sunday and some days
I do my best to try and keep it to myself
But you're all over my mind and I need somebody to tell
When my heart is half-broke and I'm feeling like hell
They're my holy trinity

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you
They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you
This whole town talks way too much
Thеy're the only ones I can trust
Jеsus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you
Yeah, they do

One's making vain, taking notes in a chair
One's looking down from Heaven when I'm sending up a prayer
One's a call away when the others ain't there
Yeah, they get me through what you put me through

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you
They listen, don't judge me, they love me with or without you
This whole town talks way too much
They're the only ones I can trust
Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you
Yeah, they do

Jesus won't tell God
My mom won't tell my dad
And my therapist contractually can't talk about all that

Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you
They listen, don't judge me, they love me like you don't know how to
Ahhh, this whole town talks way too much
They're the only ones I can trust
Jesus, my mama, my therapist know all about you, about you
Yeah, they do