I unpick the stitch come loose From the seam on my chest I unwind the fibre—I want to see the rest And the ream unravels Like my guts spilled on the floor Is there some denouement in wait that I can augur? An obsessive compulsive story How unnecessary for me, this disorder Here's where I fell and bled. Here's where I levitated Here's where the trail goes cold A blank page, a cataract of snow Can you help me make some sense From this exploded nest of fragments A painstaking restoration, a breathtaking last-of-all-act? An obsessive compulsive story How unnecessary for me, this disorder O.C.D., can you see that it's not me It's just how I feel? Resound in the wonder of my deeds O.C.D., can you see that it's not me It's just how I feel? Resound in the wonder of my deeds Resound in the wonder of my deeds Resound in the wonder of my deeds