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 schedule's 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