Dionisius Pizzuto - LOST lyrics

It's as simple as 1, 2, 3. So why is it more complicated for me? Threes become sixes, nines, twelves. I enter a space where my OCD delves In this space rituals take over. I start acting as if I'm no longer sober. Control is lost and frustration sets in. My mind feels like it's doing a spin. I check things over and over again. This happens often, not just now and then. The only way out is to pray for help; even more so now my dog's begun to yelp. My temperature's rising, my heads going to explode! My body begins to ache as I search for a code. Finally, trust happens and I let out a great sigh. I've been through the wringer and I don't know why. Why can't I simply trust my own judgement anymore? With each episode I feel more lost than before!