A Little Bit Obsessed

Origins of Schizophrenia

We're a little bit obsessed
Aren't we?
We need a little bit too much.
I am talking to the one in the mirror
Who is talking back to me.
We are having a conversation,
We are contemplating life.
We get a little shaky when we get home
And the pantry is in the kitchen
And our legs move just for that.
We're a little bit confused
Aren't we?
Loving and hating it all too much.
We hold on to him all night,
We wake ourself up to touch his skin
But as soon as he's gone
That aching is there again
That is so out of place.
We look in his eyes all day
And we talk to him for hours
But when he's quiet it's too quiet
And when he's gone
We've been alone for years it seems.
That's why I talk to the one in the mirror
Who talks to me.
And we have many conversations
Because she's there when he is not.
She is all I have to lean on
She's the only bed I've got.
We're a little bit obsessed, aren't we?
We need a little bit too much.