Maybe I’m conducive, to the fortune, to the blame
Sinister alibis, emotions untamed
Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I’m not
Wake up in the morning, shaky, disoriented
Well I can understand where it was all coming from
Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I’m not

I wish you were a deadline something that I could count on
Radiating, but mostly only televised
Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I’m not
Hang on to every word and it hurts like hell
The inconvenience of a clean bill of health
Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I’m not

Hang on to every word and it hurts like hell
The inconvenience of a clean bill of health
Now you only talk to your current therapist, which I’m not