I found a new therapist
She's fucking expensive
But it's worth every cent
'Cause either way you're gonna pay for it
In the things that you say and the way you react
You learn your own patterns and trace 'em all back to the source
And it's always your parents
I'll give up my told-you-so's
All of my do-si-dos
I danced 'round my problems enough
And I need to rest my toes
Might have a heart of gold but it's what it holds
'Cause the metal is weak and the promises old
You can take off a ring
It's a metaphor
The days are getting shorter
And my friends are all off finding god
And I'm not sure where I lost her
But I don't think she wants to be
Don't think she want to be caught
The days are getting shorter
And my friends are all off finding god
And I'm not sure they ever got her
But I do know she wouldn't be
Do know she wouldn't be
Do know she would't be bought
So give me your Tuesday nights
And a good glass of wine
I drank all my whiskey, I don't think she'll miss me
But boy did we have a good time
At the end of the day in the bed that I've made
My knees are all bruised and the pipers all paid
You can lock it away
But it won't ever stay
