Therapy

I said look what you've done

You've fucked it all up

I've read in between the wrongs and I think I've had enough

I said why won't you just let me go

You're in control and you really ought to know when it's time to go home

But here you are blowing up my phone

You are so fuckin' obsessed with me but I love the sounds you make when I'm in your dreams

I think you need therapy and medications the first round's on me

We are just not meant to be, just not meant to be

Heavily sedated too many medications