Loophole

I'm a little OCD My closet looks like Crayola, it's perfect to a T I get anxious and I'd kill for some relief The problems of the world hit my chest I cannot breathe so I no longer watch tv Specifically the news, mayhem bursting at the seems I talk too much, get distracted quickly I have the right intentions but I'm word vomiting Doctor, medicate me You possess quick remediation for my stress I digress, the drugs will hold me down for now There's a line between deliverance and schemes, and I'm walking the tightrope, if I jump it I might choke You wanna be free, but you see there's work you must complete While you're searching for your soul don't get stuck in the loophole I'm closed off behind the scenes Though quick to crack a smile they deem me wild and free It gets lonely, forever in my head it seems I try to share my side but get defensive quickly So, I swallow this side of me Could probably teach a lesson on compartmentality I like big groups, not the one on one thing Less pressure to address the need of my souls' reprieve Doctor, listen to me Can I rest on your lounging chair and tell you my mess Please assess my symptoms they say I'm oppressed There's a line between deliverance and schemes, and I'm walking the tightrope, if I jump it I might choke You wanna be free, but you see there's work you must complete While you're searching for your soul don't get stuck in the loophole My body is my enemy The skin has stretched and time has bested me, humbly Flesh is lumpy I guess in ways it ought to be But that girl keeps her figure tight - a momma of three So, something must be wrong with me They told me I was different back in elementary That might explain several things I believe I wish we'd stop assigning value to pretty things Doctor, grab your fancy scissors and pen Mark me, carve me up a new silhouette Help me fit into the beautiful abys