[Intro - instant hook, fast guitar hit, handclaps] My therapist knows your name And she hates you too One, two, fuck you [Chorus - huge, immediate, clear, gang vocals] My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name I talk about you every week And she hates you too My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name She said “girl, that’s not love” And I said “yeah, cool” My therapist knows your name And she hates you too [Post-Chorus - catchy chant, claps] Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you I pay too much To talk this much About you Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you She checks the clock I don’t stop About you [Verse 1 - fast, bratty, explicit] I painted my eyes Like I had a disease Black shirt, red tie And emotional knees I cried in a diner Over fries at two Like a grown-ass loser With a poster of you You don’t text back You don’t know my name You’re a famous punk singer I’m clinically insane My friends say “delete him” Like he’s in my phone He’s on my fucking wall And I’m still alone [Pre-Chorus - short, rising] I paid eighty bucks To say I’m okay Then spent the whole session On your stupid face She said “is this healthy?” I said “probably not” Then showed her three photos And completely lost the plot [Chorus - bigger, clearer] My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name I talk about you every week And she hates you too My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name She said “girl, that’s not love” And I said “yeah, cool” My therapist knows your name And she hates you too [Post-Chorus - louder chant] Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you I pay too much To talk this much About you Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you She checks the clock I don’t stop About you [Verse 2 - Billie Joe / Green Day clearer] Billie Joe on my wall Looking bored as hell Like he knows I’m unwell And he’s wishing me well Green Day in the car Green Day in my room Green Day when I’m happy Green Day when I’m doomed You made one face In a video from ’04 Now I’m on a couch Explaining my lore Milo said “Neve This is getting too weird” I said “shut up And turn up the snare” [Pre-Chorus 2 - sharper, comic reveal] She said “so this guy Doesn’t answer your texts?” I said “worse than that He doesn’t know I exist” She said “then why Are we doing this show?” I said “don’t be rude It’s Billie Joe” [Bridge - fast spoken pop-punk, handclaps] I said I’m one of those Overdramatic fools Crying on a couch With my Green Day blues Not my boyfriend Not my ex Just a punk rock ghost Living rent-free in my chest Not a breakup Not a crime Just a midlife crisis At twenty-two and nine I don’t need closure I don’t need truth I need cheaper therapy And louder drums too [Final Chorus - explosive, crowd shouting] My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name I talk about you every week And she hates you too My therapist knows your name My therapist knows your name She said “girl, that’s not love” And I said “yeah, cool” My therapist knows your name And she hates you too [Final Post-Chorus - biggest chant] Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you I pay too much To talk this much About you Talk, talk, talk about you Talk, talk, talk about you She said “same time?” I said “fuck yes” Billie Joe [Outro - fast final hit] My therapist knows your name And she hates you too
