The Obsessives
Cleaner
No way that’s love
The hop, skip, and a jump
Across a small pond
And I’m left, with my mom

I didn’t mean it like that
I didn’t mean it like that

My wheels, struggle to manoeuvre the lies
Just how deeply
This will affect me

I’ll probably spend thousands on therapy
And breathing techniques
Just to quench all these new anxieties
You knew it would sting if you left
But you never expected it to bleed

I didn’t mean it like that
I didn’t mean it like that

I’m not a joke
Don’t treat me like one
I’m not a joke
Don’t treat me like one