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