The Best of Strangers - Obsession Lyrics

Hint of obsession
If you'll do the oppressin'
I'll bow to the tyrant
And lose my all to the judgment
You issued the sentence
I'm callin' the judge, wonderin'
If it can be lengthened

Close, we're touchin'
Dysfunctional heaven
If it weren't for the bruises
I'd think that I dreamt it
They ain't fadin'
And I'm stayin'
But I don't know how many doses of you
That I can be takin'

Your hands cupped over my eyes
Pinnin' me, whisperin' all of your creepiness into me
Touch me addictively
I'm burnin' comfortably
In spite of the ways in which you are twistin' me

But maybe it's love
Love
Maybe it's love
Love
Maybe it's love
Love
Maybe it's love
Love