Tornado Warnings

We were never in the park Talking on a see-saw, teetering with our feelings in the dark Ignoring tornado warnings He didn't hold me in his arms We didn't stumble over the pages of our relationship arc Ignoring tornado warnings Don't understand how quickly we get Right back in our rhythm without missing a step And logically the last thing I should have on my mind But I want you there sometimes I guess maybe that's why I'm lying to my therapist I keep saying things like, "I never saw him and we never kissed" Now I think somehow in my mind If I could convince him, if he doesn't see it, then maybe it doesn't exist I think he's onto me every time I say, "I'm over that son of a bitch" I'm lying to my therapist I deserve an hour in a week to focus on my thoughts Not so obsessed with yours I can't hear myself speak I deserve my own consideration, sometimes, I wish I kept Some of my feelings in the basement so I'd still have some left Don't understand how quickly we get Right back in our rhythm without missing a step And logically the last thing I should have on my mind But I want you there sometimes I guess maybe that's why I'm lying to my therapist I keep saying things like, "I never saw him and we never kissed" Now I think somehow in my mind If I could convince him, if he doesn't see it, then maybe it doesn't exist I think he's onto me every time I say, "I'm over that son of a bitch" I'm lying to my therapist I'll drive you home, you drive me crazy But that's not gonna stop me I'll call you out, you call me, "Baby" But that's not gonna stop me From lying to my therapist I keep saying things like, "I never saw him and we never kissed" Now I think somehow in my mind If I could convince him, if he doesn't see it, then maybe it doesn't exist I think he's onto me every time I say, "I'm over that son of a bitch" I'm lying to my therapist