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Ren McLean

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Therapy Session 

The Story Behind The Song 

I wrote this song during a time in my life where I was struggling mentally. I needed help, and I was aware of it, but I felt like there was no hope towards remission. I recalled a time in which I took a nap, and slept through my therapy session. I found it ironic that I found it easy to sleep, when I was supposed to dedicate time towards getting better, and so, I wrote a song about it:

The lyrics of the chorus represent the ways my intrusive thoughts and irrational obsessions materialize themselves in my dreams, making my sleeping patterns abnormal. I tend to use sleep as an escape from my brain during the day, and then I have trouble sleeping at night. Even then, my fears find a way to haunt me through my subconscious, which then gives me anxiety when I awake. 

Credits   

Performed by Ren McLean   

Lyrics and Music by Lauren McLean   

Co-Produced by Ren McLean, Johnny Cummings, and Kerri Martin   

Mixed and Mastered by Sam Polizzi

“The wind of my dreams, bites at my knees...”

Therapy Session: Music, Lyrics and Sound Recording are © 2022, All Rights Reserved. 

Therapy Session

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Lyrics 

Woke at a quarter to three   

Head drowned in voices of dark   

They'll pick my bones til they're clean   

And leave what's worthless to rot   

I'll play til I feel at ease   

All for the sake of good art   

Put pen to page hesitantly   

Cause ink won't erase once it's drawn   

The wind of my dreams   

Bites at my knees   

Cold and dry as a cry for redemption   

The fiends of the lake 

Keep me awake   

But I slept through my therapy session   

What does that make of me   

(Ee)   

(Ee)   

Veins shriveled up in steam   

Organs turned inside out   

Drained the pool of self esteem   

And flooded my fields of doubt   

The wind of my dreams   

Bites at my knees   

Cold and dry as a cry for redemption   

The fiends of the lake   

Keep me awake   

But I slept through my therapy session   

What does that make of me   

If I can’t set myself free   

La da da da   

La da da da da   

La da da da   

Da da da   

Da da da   

The wind of my dreams   

Bites at my knees   

Cold and dry as a cry for redemption   

The fiends of the lake   

Keep me awake   

But I slept through my therapy session   

What does that make of me   

La da da da   

La da da da   

La da da da   

Da da da   

Da da da da   

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