I count the diamonds on the paper on the wall
I think of nothing, of nothing at all
Can’t watch the tv or listen to music
I might think of you and then I will lose it

Turned off the phone to thwart my compulsion
Use mental tricks to bolster repulsion
The thought of you contains more power
Than diamonds or music or the passing of the hours

Everything’s perfect

I count the diamonds on the paper on the wall
I think of nothing, of nothing at all
If I ignore you I know you will need me
If I am quiet you   ◊ never will leave me