OCD

Wash my face tonight
Don't recognize woman in the mirror
Wish i was immune to ravages of time
Lift my face with my two hands
To be young again

Another OCD ritual maybe

Split a pill in half and tell myself
It's the weekend
Little voice tells me to check the shelf
Count the ways
I calculate
Every mistake
Another ocd ritual maybe
But it's the weekend

Finding zen inside my dumpster mind like a master
I'll have a tequila shot on this juice fast
Find my way to
Heaven or 711
Another ocd ritual maybe
But it's the weekend

Another OCD ritual maybe
Still Lost in a dream but i never really sleep
And I wanna be free but I'm sick of ocd
Cuz it's the weekend



Credits
Writer(s): Boh Doran
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