I'm in love with my therapist
I'm in love with my therapist
She gets paid but she listens
She gets paid but she
She gets paid but she listens
She gets paid but she
It's her voice and the way she looks at me gets me like every time
When it comes to her I'm dropping it in on a dime
I'm not lying
The thought of her harshness is one that I keep avoiding
The fact that she makes money off my comfort I keep avoiding it
I swear she the one
I swear she the one
My friends say I'm f*cked
Delusional
Delusional
Delusional
Delusional
I'm in love with my therapist
I'm in love with my therapist
She gets paid but she listens
She gets paid but she
She gets paid but she listens
She gets paid but she
When were alone I'm in my dome
I don't want you to read my thoughts don't want you to see them
I'm afraid that I'm open like a book don't want you to read it
They say that eyes are windows to the soul
And you can read through me yeah I know
When were alone I'm in my dome
I don't want you to read my thoughts don't want you to see them
I'm afraid that I'm open like a book don't want you to read it
They say that eyes are windows to the soul
And you can read through me yeah I know
And I think constantly
Never again
In your life
You won't see me again
Again