Fired My Therapist

Suede couch with the springs digging into my back

Room so cold, how am I supposed to relax?

Blank stare on your face, wait for you to react

I'm feeling kinda cynical

Tap, tap, so distracted by the sound of your pen

Tick-tock, I'm just waiting for the hour to end

Everything's just a little out of focus

Keep waiting for my breakthrough moment

But I'm so tired and vulnerable

Guess that's what I get for spilling my guts

Only out a hundred fifty bucks, then

I fired my therapist

She dug too deep

Then took her fee

No, I don't need psychoanalysis

I need a script

Anything to fix this broken brain

Starting to think I'm a little too self-aware

I could do the same gig, yellow pad and a chair

Look up every thirty seconds and pretend that I care

I'm feeling kinda cynical

'Cause I already know the perfect questions

To uncover all that I'm suppressing

Maybe that's the reason that I keep you guessing

The subtle art of misdirection

'Cause I don't wanna give up control

Maybe I'm all better, maybe not

But I can say I gave it a shot, then

I fired my therapist

She dug too deep

Then took her fee

No, I don't need psychoanalysis

I need a script

Anything to fix this broken brain

Anything to fix this broken brain

I wanna feel better

Wanna feel better

I wanna feel better

Better

I wanna feel better

Wanna feel better

Wanna feel better

Better

I wanna feel better

Wanna feel better

Wanna feel better

Better

I fired my therapist

Had a good run

But I think we're done, done, done