So you told your therapist about me.

I was intrigued when I heard, you talked about us.
Was she irritated, when I turned out to be a fuss?
How did she react when she saw you blush?
Does she know how you held me, and I was in a rush?
I am jealous of her. Make sure you tell her that.
I don't care, if I sound, like a spoilt brat.
But the only one to see you blush, is yours truly.
Remember that, or I'll kill you peacefully.

So you told your therapist about me.

I was angry at you during that second date.
All that roasting of me? Sometimes, you should hesitate!
Maybe I will call her, and tell her you are so mean!
Not the gentleman everyone thinks you have been!
To make a cup of good coffee is truly a craft.
Think why I am not answering you. Make a draft.
When I confessed, I was falling, as days passed by,
What do you think is going on, for me to try?

So, you told your therapist about me.

To be honest, I know you are spiralling out.
After all, it is hard to be silent about things you wanna shout.
But have you wondered, why it is such a hard thing?
That our very first date made you think to put on me a ring.
It is true; I am looking for something else.
I also accept, I want you, under my next Christmas bells.
But before I can answer if I will agree to a vow,
I need to sort myself out; I need the time right now.

So you...

Exactly why I was intrigued when I heard, you talked about us.
Tell me, was she irritated, when I turned out to be a fuss?