Driving down the streets of Berkeley
Everything is irking me
And I've got hypnosis today
What is going to become of me?

I'm coming here to deal with grief
and maybe a little anxiety
but when I sit in the office you see
I'm calm and my eyes are dry

And I get put into a relaxed state
Although it didn't feel like something rgreat
but it was fun and kind of interesting

But when I arrive back home
and open the mailbox
Suddenly I get caught

A letter from the vet
consoling me for the death
of my beloved pet
Shakour

Twelve years, two continents
and countless moves
he really was there and saw me through
and suddenly the tears just come pouring out

And I'm caught off guard in a storm of sadness and doubt