Bad Therapy
Never expected today
To bring false clairvoyance my way
She said that my heart can rest easy
And that you were a-ok
Well I said that was great
Hoping that my eyes
Didn't give away
That I thought it was a lie
If you ask me honestly
Where I think you are
I know I'd have to say
That you're just gone
Strong as an oak
Under the truth is where I choke
Lapsing into self-deception
Latching onto desperation, and
Yet the change of
Conviction is just
Bad therapy
I let you slip away
But you offered me more time...
Was it rust along your heart
Or corrosion of your mind?
Well honestly my friend
If this is how it ends
I'll walk in your shadow
But I don't believe in god
No astral empathy
The seasons crack the bodies
Sunk below the sea
And I wish I had the time
To say my last goodbye
Cuz deep inside it kills me
Strong as an oak
Under the truth is where I choke
Lapsing into self-deception
Latching onto desperation, and
Yet the change of
Conviction is just
Bad therapy
I know it's not real
But I wanna believe
So just for today myself
I'll deceive
I know it's not real
So I'll just pretend
Lie to myself about how
I'll see you again
I know it's not real
But it gets me down
I'll bury your memory
6 feet underground
I know it's not real
But it's all I know
I'll bury your memory
With a pretty black bow
To bring false clairvoyance my way
She said that my heart can rest easy
And that you were a-ok
Well I said that was great
Hoping that my eyes
Didn't give away
That I thought it was a lie
If you ask me honestly
Where I think you are
I know I'd have to say
That you're just gone
Strong as an oak
Under the truth is where I choke
Lapsing into self-deception
Latching onto desperation, and
Yet the change of
Conviction is just
Bad therapy
I let you slip away
But you offered me more time...
Was it rust along your heart
Or corrosion of your mind?
Well honestly my friend
If this is how it ends
I'll walk in your shadow
But I don't believe in god
No astral empathy
The seasons crack the bodies
Sunk below the sea
And I wish I had the time
To say my last goodbye
Cuz deep inside it kills me
Strong as an oak
Under the truth is where I choke
Lapsing into self-deception
Latching onto desperation, and
Yet the change of
Conviction is just
Bad therapy
I know it's not real
But I wanna believe
So just for today myself
I'll deceive
I know it's not real
So I'll just pretend
Lie to myself about how
I'll see you again
I know it's not real
But it gets me down
I'll bury your memory
6 feet underground
I know it's not real
But it's all I know
I'll bury your memory
With a pretty black bow
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Ping Deudon, Steven Samuel Goulet, Christian Ryan Kelly, Grant William Simpson, Timothy Patrick Nastar
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