I never thought I'd be driving through the country just to drive 

With only music and the clothes that I woke up in 

I never thought I'd need all this time alone it goes to show 

I had so much yet I had need for nothing

But you



This is just therapy 

Let's call it what it is 

(Not what we were) 

With a death-grip on this life always transitioning 

This is just therapy

Cause you won't take my calls 

and that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me



Letting it all sink in 

It's good to feel a sting now and again 

I hope it's one less woeful thing there is to fight through 

Forgetting it all begin 

Fresh paper and nice expensive pen 

The past can not subtract a thing from what I might do 

For you 

Unless that's what I let it do



Loneliness and solitude are two things not to get confused 

Cause I spend my solitude with you

I gather all the questions of the things I just can't get straight 

And I answer them the way I guess you'd do



Cause this is my therapy 

Cause you're the only one that's listening to me 

This is my therapy 

Let's call it what it is not what we were 

With a death-grip on this life that's in transition 

This is my therapy 

Cause you won't hear me out 

and that makes God the only one who's left here listening