Track Title:               The Couch
Album Title:               Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie

Prime Artist:              Alanis Morissette
Lyrics by:                 Alanis Morissette
Music by:                  Glen Ballard
Music by:                  Alanis Morissette

Producer:                  Glen Ballard

Producer:                  Alanis Morissette

You hadn't seen your father in such a long time
                                              He died in the arms of his lover how dare he
                                                  Your mother never left the house
                                    She never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console

                                               You reminded her so much of your father
                                      So you were banished and you wonder wh you're so hypersensitive

                                                And why you can't trust anyone but us
                                But then how can I begin to forgive her so many years under bridges
with dirty water
                                          She was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me

                                           I don't know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years
                                     I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and
                                   Who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved
                                        Not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating

                                     How can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and
                                        I feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were
                                    It was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both
                                        We went from school to a job to a wife to instant parenthood

                                         I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the
                               He was sitting down across from me he was writing down his hypothesis I
 don't know
                                  I've got a loving supportive wife who doesn't know how involved she
should get
                                        You say his interjecting was him just calling me on my shit?

                          Just the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203 I walked up the
stairs in my mind's eye
                                               I remember how they would creak loudly
                                     She was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by
                                            I was only trying to be the best big brother I could