observing me through air
to see if i am already cured
it's safe now, tell us everything
so we can analyze, dissect
and find proof you're broken

sometimes
i recall memories
want her near
and know that
i still love

pricking me with a guilty needle
it might be natural to feel
this way but not like that
sweet diagnosis of emotive disorder
feel anything? you need some therapy

time to
anesthetize
re-educate
secrets are
insubordinate

assuring me to be confident
this confession is safe here
just tell us everything
i still love
you don't, i do
you won't, i do
he spoke, i do
sweatsoak, i do

quash my feelings
cure me with therapy
i can try
to deny
i still love
her

take it from me writhing on the floor
my love in shock, asphyxiating tears
crumpled paper man trembles near the door
cracked open and seething lovely fears