Aikido - Live

I apologize for playing with your eyes
But I’m obsessed with you
Rolling out of bed is morning in my head
‘cause I’m obsessed with you
Rose mirages into vases
I don’t stand a chance
Quiet girls with wrist corsages
Cordial silence, I can’t dance

Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder
I’m obsessed with you
Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder
I’m obsessed with you
Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness
All this nonsense makes me think
My insides cry, “Try thy finest”
Why, then, am I at my brink?

I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness
But he said his schedules filled with
Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack
Triple-sec and Lexapro for second-guesses
Drugs that heal
So we can touch instead of feel

Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes
But I’m obsessed with you
Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while
I’m obsessed with you
Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic
Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic
I’m obsessed with you