歌词
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
Chicken-scratch 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