The Therapist

Swollen shut, my eyes are dry
My nose is raw and stinging
My brain's on fire, I don't reply
Deaf from my ears ringing

I don't remember
You said so much
And I was't listening

A crushing weight upon my heart
Is slicing through my chest
You talk and write, I fall apart
Just a subject, second best

I can't remember
You talked so much
I couldn't listen

Claustrophobia sets in
A dark twilight comedy
This cheap tile ceiling's caving in
Oh, fluorescent tragedy

My mind is blank
I cannot remember
You talked, you wrote

It's all too much

I can't listen, I won't

And you didn't listen.