obsessive kind  with a possessive mind  I can only love my hand
 if you should come close  little sister you may find
 the smoke unbearable that's the way I kill my time
 sometimes I feel nothing good is real
 sometimes I know nothing good is slow
 when it turns to go

 forbid me to get weird  the way I always do
 cuz something disappears and I could end up killing you
 you are so quiet shy and beautiful today
 I wouldn't pass you up, if you could only come my way

 sometimes I feel.