OCD Boy OCD Boy. Only light from the pages from puddles outside. In the corner he hides. Karouac and Captain Jack. Musty books that nobody reads anymore, Like puddles that come and go. Girl with olive eyes, And voice that tells him she must be from maine. She missed the rain. And he wonders. Does this lonely girl believe like he do, Does she jump in puddle too. People talking their sh** all the time, I want to see the world from outside of mine, Sha la la la la. OCD Boy, Round and round on his table for two, He called her. He called her. And he called her… He’ll have to stay silent for a little longer, What didn’t kill didn’t make him stronger, So much love, No where to belong. People talking their sh** all the time. I wanted to see the world from outside of mine. Sha la la la la. People talking their sh** all the time. I wanted to see the world from outside of mine. Sha la la la la. vlounge