Front Row Therapy

[Verse 1] Front row seat To your slow‑motion car crash You stir your drink Like you’re stirring up the past She folds her arms You polish that same glass laugh I taste the smoke And the secondhand whiplash [Pre-Chorus] You say “It’s fine” She says “I’m done” I say “I’ve heard This episode rerun” [Chorus] From the front row Swirling something amber in my hand Watching all your heartbreak hit the fan Darling If you keep confessing for free I’ll have to bill you Bill you for my therapy (Send the invoice, baby) [Verse 2] You list her sins Like a lawyer with a loose tie She rolls her eyes Orders truth on the rocks Dry I check my watch Like a ticking lie detector I’m just the crowd To your live‑in drama lecture [Pre-Chorus] You say “One last chance” She says “One last nerve” I raise my glass To the chaos you deserve [Chorus] From the front row Swirling something amber in my hand Watching all your heartbreak hit the fan Darling If you keep confessing for free I’ll have to bill you Bill you for my therapy (Yeah, I charge by the scene) [Bridge] This couch Is not a couch of truth That bar tab Is not a sacred booth I’m just here For the gossip and the glare But if I fix your feelings I’m adding hazard pay I swear [Chorus] From the front row Swirling something amber in my hand Every “we’re done” turns into “we still can” Darling If you keep unloading on me I’ll have to bill you Bill you for my therapy (Just sign here, sweetheart)