Fired My Therapist lyrics

[Verse 1]
Suede 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 break through moment

[Pre-Chorus]
But I'm so tired and vulnerable
Guess that's what I get for spilling my guts
Only out a hundred-fifty bucks

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Starting to think I'm a little too self aware
I could do the same gig
Yellow pad and a chair
Look up every thirty seconds and pretend that I care
I'm feeling kind of 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
[Pre-Chorus]
Cause I don't want to give up control
Maybe I'm all better, maybe not
But I can say I gave it a shot

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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
Wanna feel better
Wanna feel better, better

[Outro]
I fired my therapist
Had a good run
But I think we're done, done, done