Tornado Warnings

We were never in the park

Talking on a seesaw, 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