Текст песни A Song About OCD (Unreleased)

I am getting over skipping cracks and lunch I was superstitious when it wasn't fun Like, imagine every Friday feeling wrong All from something that I read when I was young Hands are cramping up from tracing every line Out the window, but I smile like I'm fine Think of swerving into lanes that aren't mine I'm aggressive towards the people in my life My life My life My life