I'm lying to my therapist lying to my therapist She thinks I am an optimist I think I need an exorcist She thinks I'm out there dating But I'm at home isolating Withholding information I don't want no medication She might commit me She might commit me She might commit me She might commit me I in my comfort zone When I am suffering alone I may be a surly cunt But I pay the consequence up front Maybe I'm on the spectrum I ain't making no connections I ain't picking up on social cues I ain't laughing when I'm supposed to She might commit me She might commit me She might commit me She might commit me Here lies the body of a female in her 40's A New York City refugee deceased in North Woodholly Survived by 5 cigarettes In a pack of American spirits Left her fortune to her cat and the duck She might commit me She might commit me (I gotta new my mouth shut) She might commit me (Oh no) She might commit me (Oh yeah) She might commit me She might commit me (I gotta keep that to myself) She might commit me She might commit me (My brain my brain my brain)