Therapy from Eponymous by James Daniel Nelson

I've got my secrets, I keep them we

Old,. Sordid stories that I'll never tell excpept to you;

somehow I tell my tales to you

'Cause y'know I am a lockbox, but you hold the key

'Cause you know those phrases that will open me

Every discussion with you seems to be

Just like therapy



Well you can look for the answers to all of my ills

You need to find them 'cause I never will without you

Yeah, I'm depending on you

So go on, sift through the wreckage, through all the debris

Looking for the pieces of a broken me

Every discussion is unusually

Just like therapy, therapy, therapy



I need to know what's on my mind

It's all grey in there; I seem to lose mm way in there

You'll never know what you will find

So many memories and all those fucked up fantasies

I need to breath, need to unwind'

So much unspoken, I'm a broken man, I'm a broken msn

Fix me; fix me, fix me



Hidden beep in the darkness, beyond the denial

An under all the bullshit

Is just a child that wants to talk to you

He's calling out to you

I know I've lost some marbles, two, maybe three

Maybe you and that little boy can find them for me

Every discussion with you seems to be

Just like therapy, therapy, therapy

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