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The clock on the wall, a relentless, silent spy
Counting down the seconds, beneath a fake blue sky
You walk into the office, always five past the hour
Bringing in the downpour to this sterile little tower
I'm the vessel, the vault, the professional blank slate
Scribbling your trauma, sealing up your fate
You lay your landscape out, the wreckage and the fire
While I dissect the syntax, manage my desire
To tell you the diagnosis has shifted from the file
To the beautiful contradiction in your nervous, honest smile
It's my job to see the pattern, the self-sabotage you hide
But I'm staring through the surface to the truth you hold inside
The notes I should be making are burning on the page
The cage around my training is starting to un-engage
I'm in love with your soul, not the chaos in your head,
The whispered revelations from the things you haven't said
I'm losing my control, breaking protocol's design,
'Cause the truth beneath the armor is undeniably divine
This isn't transference, this is something sharp and real
I hear the way you break, I know the way you heal
I'm in love with your soul, and the hour is running dry
But for the first time in my life, I'm terrified to lie
The way you fidget with that silver ring, third finger, left hand
And how you always reference a place I understand
You speak of ghosts in metaphors, but you call me by my name
A courtesy I can't return, a calculated game
I'm supposed to guide you through the darkness and the fear
But your lighthouse is shining, and it's suddenly clear
That the patient and the doctor have inverted in the room
I'm the one who needs the session, to escape this looming doom
It's my job to see the pattern, the self-sabotage you hide
But I'm staring through the surface to the truth you hold inside
The notes I should be making are burning on the page
The cage around my training is starting to un-engage
I'm in love with your soul, not the chaos in your head,
The whispered revelations from the things you haven't said
I'm losing my control, breaking protocol's design,
'Cause the truth beneath the armor is undeniably divine
This isn't transference, this is something sharp and real
I hear the way you break, I know the way you heal
I'm in love with your soul, and the hour is running dry
But for the first time in my life, I'm terrified to lie
The ethics handbook says I should refer you, right away,
But I've been waiting forty-seven minutes for you every single day
This fifty-minute limit, it's a cruel, arbitrary line
When what you need is honesty, and what I need is time
You think you're so broken, pieces scattered in the breeze,
But I see the architecture that's built to bring me to my knees
Hey
The hour is running dry
The hour is running dry
I'm in love with your soul
I'm in love with your soul
Next Tuesday, same time
Don't go