Monthly Disorders

[Keith]

Edit 1 (Vanilla)

The month of October is fucking me over,
there’s a trail of clothes that she wore
but she doesn’t care, she’s just dyed her hair
and her towels are wet on my floor.

She’s losing weight at a very fast rate
her appearance is becoming stick thin.
Of course it’s not fine, I've known a long time
that her leaves get thrown in my bin.

But what about me and my OCD,
I want to put everything straight.
There’s too much crap been dropped in my lap,
anxiety eats from my plate.

Roll on the render that’s brought by December
and the falling flakes of dry skin.
With everything white I’ll itch in the night
as eczemas starts to move in.


Original

The month of October is pushing me over,
there’s a trail of clothes that she wore
but she doesn’t care, she’s just dyed her hair
and her towels are wet on my floor.

She’s been losing weight at a very fast rate
her appearance is becoming stick thin.
Of course  it’s all fine I know it’s that time
for the seasons to end and begin

But what about me and my OCD,
I want to put everything straight.
There’s too much crap been dropped in my lap,
anxiety swirls at my gate.

Roll on the render that’s brought by December
and the falling flakes of dead skin.
With everything white I’ll keep calm at night
and October will mulch in my bin.