I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you. Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, ‘cause I’m obsessed with you. Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance. Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance. Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you. Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you. Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think. My insides cry “try thy finest” why, then, am I at my brink?
I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedules filled with Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack, triple-sec and Lexapro For second-guesses. Drugs that heal. So we can touch instead of feel.
Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you. Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you. Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, I’m obsessed with you.