An obsession

Is only

An obsession

When you can’t think

Straight

And all your thoughts

Are consumed by it

And everything you do

Controlled by his actions

And I don’t think

I have

An obsession

‘Cause I don’t care

What he does

Or who he’s with

Or what he wears

And nothing he does

Bothers me

An obsession

Isn’t really

An obsession

Until you sit

All night

Outside his house

Watching him

And all he does

Excites you

But, I haven’t

Done that yet

‘Cause it’s wrong

To stalk someone

Right?

An obsession

Hasn’t become

An obsession

Until you make a move

And he notices you

In his bushes

One night

And what he does is

Laugh at you

You run home

Crying

‘Cause your obsession

Has found you out

And the only option

Is to do something

Drastic

An obsession

Is finally

An obsession

When the next time

You two meet

Black rivers flow into

Red oceans

And the obsession is

Dead

MS 12/7/2006