Wash my face tonight

Don’t recognize woman in the mirror

Wish I was immune to ravages of time

Lift my face with my two hands

To be young again

Another OCD ritual maybe...

Split a pill in half and tell myself

It’s the weekend

Little voice tells me to check the shelf

Count the ways

I calculate

Every mistake

Another OCD ritual maybe

But it’s the weekend

Finding zen inside my dumpster mind like a master

I’ll have a tequila shot on this juice fast

Find my way to

Heaven or 7-11

Another OCD ritual maybe

But it’s the weekend

Another OCD ritual maybe

Still Lost in a dream but I never really sleep

And I wanna be free but I’m sick of OCD

'Cause it’s the weekend