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