Therapist Video (MV)

I'm sending you old photographs, I'm blindly feeling around
And I'm figuring out how to ask out loud if you're trying to figure me out
Because I'm caught in the middle of a two-way street and
Your car's a mile away
Trying to make out who's in your passenger seat and
All I'm wanting to say
Why can't you say what you're thinking bout
Holding my neck by a wire string
Dragging me forward with no way out
I know that I'll always be wondering
Do you talk about me to your therapist?
Am I lucky enough to be a catalyst?
In your mind I probably seem like I'm such a mess
Cause I'm running a race no one's running in
I never say what I'm wanting to, I know it makes it all worse
And I wear thrifted clothes and I'm using your words cause
I know that it works
I know I'm playing a game with no opponent
And you're playing with somebody else
And I can't figure out your next move so
It seems I'm playing myself
Why can't you say what you're thinking bout
Holding my neck by a wire string
Dragging me forward with no way out
I know that I'll always be wondering
Do you talk about me to your therapist?
Am I lucky enough to be a catalyst?
In your mind I probably seem like I'm such a mess
Cause I'm running a race no one's running in
Are you f*cking up ways to belittle
All the sly body language in the middle?
You say you feel the same way nine times out of ten
But I know you're in love with another man