OCD

Neil Hilborn

本诗被用作 Rous - H.E.R 的人声采样

When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line,
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time
Last week she started sleeping at her mother's place
She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her;
that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that i don't have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it's killing me that she can run away from this and I just can't,
I can't — I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her,
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning, thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel...
How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out...
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her,
I can't breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn't care if it is perfect
I want her back, so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.