I am wrought with paranoia
For I have brought myself before you
Nakedly awaiting, you're ok


Now could it be that I annoy you?
Flaunting ways that I adore you

I have no control here, either way

I awake at night with it

And in spite of it, it unravels me
It's begun to frighten me


Is it so that my persistence
Blocks the path of least resistance?
Maybe I'm just getting in your way


But I'm alright
If you're ok

Yeah, I'm alright
If you're ok


Can you offer some $$#istance?
Let me in on how, for instance
I should be convincing you to sway


I awake at night with it
And in spite of it, it unravels me

It's begun to frighten me

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