Tuesday i i i

Obsessive me possessed by you,
it's what i do, just what i do,
unfold a thing, consider it
unwind it and examine it
and now the thing i wring is you,
it's what i do, it's what i do
think far too much of what never thinks,
hardly blinks for me
don't take it personally
i'd obsess over a flea

i wonder if the little smile
that underwhelms
in your realms where all your emotions are kept locked up
the passions in your body,
the way you walk,
the way you talk
are trapped up
and hobbled--
i wonder if that simple smile meant you were worth
all of my obsession
or is progression getting over mulling over
other people
(ah, i don't think so)

probably you don't think of me
let it be, let it be
you might not think of much at all
so i won't take it personally