Ghosting My Therapist (Couch That Thought)

This is the fifteenth missed call
So I'm just gonna ghost this motherfucker

Can't seem to settle down, I keep on sleeping in
And on those people that actually matter
Can't help but notice my patience turning paper thin
Alone or together, the first sounds better than the latter
Been replacing feelings with being hard at work
Yet I find myself pulling the same kind of cork

I could couch that thought, dimmed lights
Can't seem to hit the spot, several fights
Can't be asked, can't be tried
It's a blast, it hits like the tide
And I keep on ghosting my therapist
Keep on ghosting my therapist
Screw you

Can't seem to find a way, I keep on trusting
The past that creeps on me with no warning
Can't help but drink every night, it's disgusting
Counting the days until I stop, mind keeps turning
Been replacing positivity with cynicism
Yet I find myself longing for optimism

I could couch that thought, words in whispers
Can't seem to hit the spot, mood that differs
Can't be asked, can't be lulled
All my colors are fully dulled
And I keep on ghosting my therapist, ghosting my therapist

I could couch that thought, living on full forgiving
Can't seem to accept a truth without reacting
Can't be asked, can't be tried
To just let someone again by my side
So I just keep on ghosting my therapist
Bye, bye, motherfucker