Sick Obsession

It’s a sick obsession of soul regression
And I miss you like grade eight detention
When I laughed so hard I nearly cried
At the absurdity of thirteen year old lies

And it’s so sick, another midnight party trick
Listening, high, at the clock as it ticks
And I’m running deeper into the abyss
All for another loveless kiss

We’re down, we’re low, and we’re letting go
Got to keep up when you’re moving too slow
Lost in the memories of a watercolour dream
‘Cause, no… no, nothing is what it seems

So take me down, and watch me drown
Claim your throne and wear the crown
Give into every one of your desire
And all the resentment you can sire

It’s a sick obsession of soul regression
And I miss you like grade eight detention
When I laughed so hard I nearly cried
At the absurdity of thirteen year old lies

It’s sick, so, so sick, a dirty little party trick
Double cut heroin to the addict
And it’s so low, it feels like I can fly
On the residue of these hollow lies

And we’re talking while we’re walking
Mind games and cyber stalking
Where there’s no room for permanent delete
Find rewind, so I can press repeat

And we’re going up, letting go… oh fuck
It’s too much, and it’s not enough
With four letters in every word
Screamed so loud they can’t be heard

It’s a sick obsession of soul regression
And I miss you like grade eight detention
When I laughed so hard I nearly cried
At the absurdity of thirteen year old lies

It’s a sick obsession
A soul regression
Like grade eight detention
Waiting smugly… for suspension

I love you…
Go fuck yourself…

© Indie Adams 2012