[Intro – Spoken, Slightly Anxious] Yeah… so, I’ve been texting my therapist a lot lately. No reply. Like, zero. For hours. And honestly? It’s driving me nuts. [Verse 1] I hit “send” like ten times in a row, no ping back, Scrolling through my messages, wondering what I lack. Wrote her a novel about my feelings, my fears, my stress, Now I’m stuck staring at the screen like some kinda mess. My mom calls, asks if I’m okay, I say, “Yeah, fine,” But I’m lying through my teeth, losing track of time. I Google “Am I annoying?” and the screen replies, “Yes.” Guess I’m trapped in this loop of over-texting stress. [Pre-Hook – Spoken] Maybe she’s just busy, or maybe I crossed a line… Maybe she’s ghosting me, or just taking her time… [Hook – Call and Response] Me: “Hey, therapist, you there?” Phone: Silent, just mocking me with no care. Me: “Did I say too much? Should I chill?” Phone: Still no answer, yeah, this sucks for real. [Verse 2] I text my ex, just to feel something, get some closure, She replies “Who dis?” — well, that’s exposure. I try to breathe deep, do some yoga, some zen, But all I can think about is “Why she ain’t texting again?” Look, I get it, maybe therapy ain’t a text thread, But this digital silence’s got me over here misread. So I keep typing, keep hoping for a reply, Meanwhile, I’m just texting the void — that’s no lie. [Pre-Hook – Spoken] Okay, cool, I’ll back off, give it some space… But my thumb’s already itching, gotta check this place. [Hook – Call and Response] Me: “Hey, therapist, you there?” Phone: Nothing but quiet, man, this ain’t fair. Me: “Should I stop? Is this goodbye?” Phone: Still no answer, just me and my Wi-Fi. [Outro – Spoken, Slightly Funny] So if you see me staring at my phone like a crazy dude, Just know I’m waiting on a text that might never come through. But hey, at least I’m trying, right? That’s gotta count for something.
