Lying To My Therapist

I’m lying to my therapist lying to my therapist
She thinks I am an optimist
I think I need an exorcist
She thinks I’m out there dating
But I’m at home isolating
Withholding information
I don’t want no medication

She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me

I in my comfort zone
When I am suffering alone
I may be a surly cunt
But I pay the consequence up front
Maybe I’m on the spectrum
I ain’t making no connections
I ain’t picking up on social cues
I ain’t laughing when I’m supposed to

She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me
She might commit me

Here lies the body of a female in her 40’s
A New York City refugee deceased in North Woodholly
Survived by 5 cigarettes
In a pack of American spirits
Left her fortune to her cat and the duck

She might commit me
She might commit me
(I gotta new my mouth shut)
She might commit me
(Oh no)
She might commit me
(Oh yeah)
She might commit me
She might commit me
(I gotta keep that to myself)
She might commit me
She might commit me
(My brain my brain my brain)