therapy.

acceleration in my room, i can imitate a broom
sweeping dreams under the bed, never to be spoke again

things could hardly be the same, november was full of rain
i am just a broken soul, stuck looking for a black hole

we are of a different kind, two dots on the same line
sifting through our histories, i'm more fun than therapy

falling into circumstance, i've never been known to dance
drink's what i expect to do, leave all of your wolves behind you


we've been writing songs since we were young
no one ever cared that we saw the sun
looked into the rays like a pair of dolls
lying face up in the tall grass through the summers and falls

and then we went our ways, wrote our goodbye songs
lived parallel lives until our hopes had gone away
but darkness speaks to me, lends me a rosary
forgiveness don't come cheap, i want to set you free
and happiness will follow you


acceleration in my room, watch movies and follow suit
actors in our own lives, but i hear laughter in the night

we are of the same mind, two dots on the same line
talking through our histories, i'm more fun than therapy