The OCD Suite (Remastered)

I used to bitch like a spoiled brat
I used to cry like a baby that's a fact
I used to have such a problem with the little things
That nothing whatsoever could release me
From that misery
I tried to change I tried to meditate
I tried to pray I tried to leave it up to fate
I couldn't sleep until the pictures
On the wall hung straight
But once they did I couldn't see
The bigger picture anyway
I don't care about the little things
'cause I know all the heartache that can bring
I felt that shifting the minutiae in the world outside
Would somehow thereby translate into
Healing all the pain inside
All in all it's a child's game
Splitting hairs is an exercise in pain
I believed it was weak to medicate but I don't anymore
When it becomes about survival
All is fair in love and war
Arranging matter in a certain way
And God forbid that it should ever be displaced
Perfectly structuring my landscape was my enterprise
Hoping this was a panacea
For the chaos in my mind
One day I thought that it would set me free
The next day it became a liability
And everything I ever tried was never quite enough
To knuckle down, cowboy up
Fight the good fight, all that stuff
I don't care about the little things
'cause I know all the heartache that can bring
I felt that shifting the minutiae in the world outside
Would somehow thereby translate into
Healing all the pain inside
All in all it's a child's game
Splitting hairs is an exercise in pain
I believed it was weak to medicate but I don't anymore
When it becomes about survival
All is fair in love and war
And when the sertraline hits my bloodstream
I'm a-okaaaaay-eeeaayay
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Writer(s): Curt Bauerly
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