Therapist^2

Though I told you there would be no more
Than a vial to share on my porch
You brought flowers to put in my hair
Made it clear for you not to, how do you dare

How I’ve waited for you to confront
And put fire to this liation
Your attachments has been covered too long
For you I’m nothing more than the second one

Could you jump off you skyscraping chords
And be aware of the faces you adore
Unfolding the skin that you wear
You upset your therapist undressing the geer