Exposure Therapy

Trick question, I got a confession I wanna get your attention I'm fixed, my compulsion is you In order to scratch my disorder I see the double exposure It's fixed in the crease of my palm Reassure me, tell me I'm pretty Tell me I'm someone you wanna, you wanna envy Will you pine for me? Exposure therapy You're talking me to sleep There's nothing here to see Glutton with no repercussions You're giving me nothing I'm fixed, my corruption is you Reassure me, tell me I'm pretty Tell me I'm someone you wanna, you wanna envy You're an image, where do I fit in? When do I get off? I know you wanna let me Will you pine for me? Exposure therapy You're talking me to sleep There's nothing here to see I got a lot of thoughts and you've got obligations I can't tend to You got a lot of nerve to keep me waiting, patience is a virtue Will you pine for me? Exposure therapy You're talking me to sleep There's nothing here to see