I don't see **** clear
And that's when you appear...
Your blue eyes light a match but instead
I start thinking I am in love with her

You make a mess out of my convoluted head
Although really there's no one to blame
I see your ghost all over my heart
Obsessive non-love

I can't let it be, the way it was
The underdeveloped crush
of my psychotic years, underdeveloped me

Maybe you attain when you don't try
And lately I do try way too much
Stress eating me whole, I think so
Maybe you are nothing but a fail
Made of wire and air
Maybe you are nothing to me
but Gitte, as a nightmare
you appear

You won't happen again
Thank God you won't
It knocks; did I open the door
can you really close