It's the OCD, My LoveWhile washing my hands, I thought of you, replaying our conversations in my head. But it's okay, it's alright, I had to wait for the water to warm up anyways. You see, it's one of those faucets where the water gets warmer the longer it's running.I began to think of you because of the smell of the soap, the smell of chemicals. Remember that time you convinced me to sit in that hot tub with you? You told me the chemicals destroyed all the germs in the water, all those germs from all those people sitting in it. But the chemicals destroyed them. "For sure," you said. I did some research later and discovered that that wasn't true, but I don't mind that you lied to me. You probably just didn't know.I always was shy around you. Part of it was just because I'm always shy, but you had something more. Your face is symmetric, did you know that? Most people think faces are symmetrical, but they rarely are. Normally one eye is smaller, or there's a birthmark, or something. But your face was perfe
The EndI don't know where the end is,but I know it's not far.I've been traveling for so long,I've been running so hard.I see the fields before me,not a phone pole in sight.There's a light on the horizon,and I just think it might(chorus)Be my destiny.Be the end of the road.Be my destination,my oasis,the comfort of home.
MathematicsHe speaks to me in mathematics,whispering in my ear,"x cannot equal seven,for then the function is undefined."But I am x,and I equal seven,and you are my function,and we are undefined.
because then I'm realHe tells me I'm the most beautifulwhen I cry, because then I'm real.He wipes away my tears and holds meand brushes my hair out of my eyes.But I know he wants me to cry,because then I'm real,because then I'm real for him.I'm afraid of crying too much in caseit washes the dust out of my lungsand erodes the sticks of chalkthat carefully form my fragile bones.But I know he wants me to cry,because then I'm real,because then I'm real for him.