He said, she said

Then my therapist finally told me that I was wrong to feel that way
I was caught with my guard down laying still on his couch
Felt like drifting alone on an air bed far away out on the ocean
Then he wrapped up our session on a lighter note

Bad times, lead into the good times, sometimes
Your time will arrive in no time, maybe next time
You might, find yourself a way out, somehow
Goodbye, yes our time is up now

Then my significant other let me know that I have never loved her
It's because of this social phobia your therapist goes on about
Maybe you should explore the latest psychopharmaceuticals?
Then she tried to console me to end on a lighter note

Not everyone can be a family father
There's nothing wrong in sounding like your mother