Therapy

I never thought I'd be driving

Through the country just to drive

With only music and the clothes

That I woke up in

I never thought I'd need

All this time alone it goes to show

I had so much yet I had need for nothing

But you

This is just therapy

Let's call it what it is

Not what we were)

With a death-grip on

This life always transitioning

This is just therapy

Cause you won't take my calls

And that makes God the only one

Who's left here listening to me

Letting it all sink in

It's good to feel a sting now and again

I hope it's one less woeful thing

There is to fight through

Forgetting it all begin

Fresh paper and nice expensive pen

The past can not subtract a thing

From what I might do

For you

Unless that's what I let it do

This is just therapy

Let's call it what it is

With a death-grip on this life

Always transitioning

This is just therapy

Cause you won't take my calls

And that makes God the only one

Who's left here listening to me

Loneliness and solitude are

Two things not to get confused

Cause I spend my solitude with you

I gather all the questions of

The things I just can't get straight

And I answer them the way I guess you'd do

Cause this is my therapy

Cause you're the only one

That's listening to me

This is my therapy

Let's call it what it is not

What we were

With a death-grip on this life

That's in transition

This is my therapy

Cause you won't hear me out

And that makes God the only one

Who's left here listening

This is my therapy

Let's call it what it is not what we were

With a death-grip on this life

That's in transition

This is my therapy

Cause you won't hear me out

And that makes God the only one

Who's left here listening to me