Ocdc

I always wash my hands I keep them clean as much as I can No matter how hard I scrub Germs hang onto me right to the nub I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead I can't come over to your pad Your antique chairs will drive me mad Your front door opens to the right I can't walk in without a fight I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead I can't take the class you teach The chalk eraser has left streaks When I look down at your desk There's no right angles just a mess I tried to medicate my head but in a week all thoughts were dead When I'm driving in my car I only turn left can't get far You put your hand out for a shake With no glove I can't reciprocate I tried to medicate my head but in a week or thoughts were dead