Therapist's Armchair

This is is, I know it is
Old coffee drips
Lead heavy limbs
Yeah this is it, we had our run
All in good fun, til it wasn't

Old waiting room
I go back, I'll see you soon

I sit in my therapist's armchair
How the hell did we get here
You insist we're okay
Pieces, we both carry the pieces
We hope nobody's leaving
At the end of the day

This is it, I know it is
Our curtain call
Come close, withdraw
Come close now stay
Only God could love that way

I sit in my therapist's armchair
How the hell did we get here
You insist we're okay
Pieces, we both carry the pieces
We hope nobody's leaving
At the end of the day

Only God, only angels above
Only a mother loves this way

I sit in my therapist's armchair
How the hell did we get here
You insist we're okay
Pieces, we both carry the pieces
We hope nobody's leaving
At the end of the day
We hope nobody's leaving
At the end of the day