When you wake up and see a message from me, do you cringe?

Because sometimes I feel some sense of guilt, but just a twinge

I should just leave you alone and continue watching that TV show you asked me to binge

Besides, the picture of you in my mind already thinks that I'm unhinged
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Why do I feel jealous? You were never mine in the first place

Sometimes I feel like I have to compete for your attention; what do I think this is, some type of race?
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I want to make myself believe that you care about me as I care about you

Those are all mind games though, I can't guarantee that's true

My attachment to you wasn't intentional, it was like an invasive ****—it simply grew

I still can't believe this all started over me liking a picture you drew
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Every message from you is like a shot of drugs straight to my brain; it's as if you pumped it into my veins with a syringe

But every word I send makes me feel guilt, still just a twinge

I guess I'll get back to watching that TV show you asked me to binge

All the while I'll repeat the question in my head: when you wake up and see a message from me, do you cringe?