I unpick the stitch come loose
From the seam on my chest
I unwind the fibre—I want to see the rest
And the ream unravels
Like my guts spilled on the floor
Is there some denouement in wait that I can augur?
An obsessive compulsive story
How unnecessary for me, this disorder
Here's where I fell and bled. Here's where I levitated
Here's where the trail goes cold
A blank page, a cataract of snow
Can you help me make some sense
From this exploded nest of fragments
A painstaking restoration, a breathtaking last-of-all-act?
An obsessive compulsive story
How unnecessary for me, this disorder
O.C.D., can you see that it's not me
It's just how I feel?
Resound in the wonder of my deeds
O.C.D., can you see that it's not me
It's just how I feel?
Resound in the wonder of my deeds
Resound in the wonder of my deeds
Resound in the wonder of my deeds