I Fell in Love with my Therapist

I've never been the type to reach out
For fear of appearing soft
But that began to cause some problems in my life
In my life
I'd stay in my room for days at a time
Hey, what's wrong, man
I swear I'm doing fine
I'm, uh, just a little tired

I could see my mom was getting worried
So I picked up the phone at seven thirty
And got myself a therapist
The first few sessions were going fine
She gave me her name and I gave her mine
I cracked some jokes and she answered with a smile

Weeks went by, I was getting better
But I know that I would never let her
Ever know I was doing good
I count down the days till I could see her
Practice my lines under a whisper
All while driving to see her in my car
I wonder, why am I so excited to
See my therapist
And you'll never guess what happened next
I realized I fell in love with my therapist

I schedule three, four sessions a week
I swear, even if she lived in the middle of the sea
I'd still find a way to make it there on time
I figured, no more second-guessing
Next time I see her, I'll pop the question
Would you let me get to know you, too
I woke up early and took a shower
Stopped by the store to buy her flowers
And speeded all the way to her place

And then what happened next
Well, I'm still taking time to digest
I saw that ring on her finger
I asked about it through a tear
Said she got engaged to be wed this year
So I turned around and never came back

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