Therapy

I never thought I'd be driving through the country just to drive With only music and the clothes that I woke up in I never thought I'd need all this time alone it goes to show I had so much yet I had need for nothing But you This is just therapy Let's call it what it is (Not what we were) With a death-grip on this life always transitioning This is just therapy Cause you won't take my calls and that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me Letting it all sink in It's good to feel a sting now and again I hope it's one less woeful thing there is to fight through Forgetting it all begin Fresh paper and nice expensive pen The past can not subtract a thing from what I might do For you Unless that's what I let it do Loneliness and solitude are two things not to get confused Cause I spend my solitude with you I gather all the questions of the things I just can't get straight And I answer them the way I guess you'd do Cause this is my therapy Cause you're the only one that's listening to me This is my therapy Let's call it what it is not what we were With a death-grip on this life that's in transition This is my therapy Cause you won't hear me out and that makes God the only one who's left here listening