When I met you I was young
Just a teen with a twisted tongue
You helped me to speak again
My therapist and only friend
You saw me an open book
Helped me see just where to look
Seeing through my melodramas
Teenage angst and childhood traumas
The world's unfair
How could I've known
That the more you probed the less you cared
Was it too much to hear
If you were here
You'd tell me to sit back in the chair...
In the chair
Back in the chair
When Freud and Carl Jung fell out
It was Jung who voiced his doubts
The fear's in my subconscious mind
By which I'm guided but I'm blind
To end our friendship we both lose
Me a friend and you a muse
Must I return as your patient
To cinch the closure that's now nascent
The world's unfair
How would I know
That that old trope is true I cared
Too much to bear
If you were here
You'd tell me to sit back in the chair...
In the chair
Back in the chair
Do you care
The complex skein of lies that I told you
All the twisted truths that I laid on you
Were just a facade to ensnare you
If you're aware
I was careful not to let the truth slip
And though you never touched me I felt your grip
Squeezing me to where you knew I'd feel it
Back in the chair
Back in the chair