You're like spiderwebs, Like thick wind entangling, Every single **** one of you I ever met Is wrapping around my memory as I struggle. I obsessively map out Every time I made you smile With a twitch of my leg, I needlessly outline The dances we did with Every tug of my wrists against the silk. As I twist deeper into your clutches I remember when we were happy And spinning in soulkissed sinews. Without you I'd be free But you're worth the OCD.
I have quite an obsessive mind, I tend to over think, particularly with memories of girls I knew. But they were all worth the OCD.