sometimes things are calm, sometimes like a storm, sometimes I feel warm and luke, sometimes I puke
sometimes it's flashes and dances galore
sometimes i'm day dreaming about a *****
sometimes i can't get her off my mind
even when i know this obsession is blind
and i can't help but to think to myself
that i need help from obsessing over myself
and that's all i think about and that's every day
my pain and my pleasure, my pleasure my pain
i don't really know what else to do
i just keep throwing the time for a loop
i spin it twice backwards and three times i play
the same song that i listened to yesterday
and i know it feels gay and i hate me this way
but i get sentimental as ****, on some certain days
please cure me of this curse please time oh please do
because i gotta whole lotta things to do