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
I 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

Cuz 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

Cuz 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
I wanna feel better
I wanna feel better
Better

I wanna feel better
I wanna feel better
I wanna feel better
Better

I wanna feel better
I wanna feel better
I wanna feel better
Better

I fired my therapist
Had a good run
But I think we're done done done