The truth is, I am obsessed with you.
I'm not crazy,
but I am crazy for the idea of you,
the idea of who you can be.
Isn't that what obsession anyways?
It's about me, my projection on you,
what I think you are,
what I think you can be,
you could be, if you could just, let me tamper you.

Let me tamper with you,
let me baby you,
let me worship you,
and throw you away.
Let me owe you,
but not quite,
you can't act like I owe you.
Let me understand you,
but not quite,
don't let me understand you.
I love you,
if isn't love, what is?
I love you,
from the button of my heart,
I love you.

I want the best for you,
but only if I love you,
you can't be the best version of you without me,
you can't be the best version of you,
if it wasn't my version of you,
it has to be my version of you, not your version of you.

Your version of you,
weather that being your best version of you,
or your worst version of you,
What if your version of you isn't the best version of you?
I know the best version of you,
let me show you,
if you could just let me,
tamper with you.
Oh, let me tamper with you.

I'm not possessive,
Oh I'm quite possessive,
not in the way that I have to occupy space,
but in the way I occupy your life,
your mind,
your headspace,
your time

I'll dress the way you dress,
speak the way you speak,
use your favorite catchphrases,
listen to your favorite music,
read the book you casually leave on the white couch,
I'm into you,
I'm onto you

I can't leave,
i can never leave,
you are the brightest,
most shining thing I've ever seen,
can you blame me if I'm obsessed?
Can you hurt me if I'm obsessed?