Fired My Therapist

Swede 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 can do the same gig, yellow pad and a chair Look up every 30 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 Wanna feel better, better I wanna feel better Wanna feel better Wanna feel better, better I wanna feel better (I want to feel better) Wanna feel better (to feel better) Wanna feel better (I want to feel better), better I fired my therapist Had a good run But I think we're done, done, done