Desire
O.S.D Lyrics
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To speak my heart
I think we're further from the truth
Give it some time now
Give it a try now
I'm getting back next to you
Feel my song beat on in the quiet
Feel my words push deeper inside you
Do you want more?
Is desire just jealousy
Telling me how to feel
Tell me now
If I am wrong
Is it desire?
Desire
Is it desire?
Did something come up
Or is that the plan again
Are you there?
The emptiness twists and turns
Nothing to defend
Gonna run with my plan
And a chain on your heart
Feel my song beat on in the quiet
Feel my words push deeper inside you
Honestly, don't know what I'm thinking
Do you want more?
Is desire just jealousy
Telling me how to feel
Tell me now
If I am wrong
Is it desire?
Desire
Desire
Gonna run with my plan
And a chain on your heart
Think I'm going insane
With my
My desires
I've been woken by the thought
That I'm what you're looking for
Let me know
If I am wrong
Desire
Desire
The lyrics of O.S.D's song "Desire" depict a person's inner conflict between their intense longing for someone and their doubts and insecurities. The singer asks for some time and space to express their true feelings and attempts to reconcile with the person they desire. However, they question themselves whether their desire is just fueled by jealousy or if it is genuine. The lyrics are full of raw emotions, and the singer seems confused and unsure about their own feelings.
The singer mentions the "chain on your heart" and feeling like they are going insane with their desires, indicating that they might be smothering the object of their desire with too much attention and possessiveness. The emptiness they feel also suggests that they might be projecting their own insecurities onto the other person, creating an unhealthy dynamic.
Overall, the lyrics of "Desire" explore the complexities of human emotions and how one's desires can often be clouded by their own uncertainties and doubts.
Line by Line Meaning
Gimme some time
Please allow me some time
To speak my heart
To express my true feelings
I think we're further from the truth
I believe we are not being honest with each other
Give it some time now
Let's take some time for this
Give it a try now
Let's attempt it now
I'm getting back next to you
I'm returning to your side
Feel my song beat on in the quiet
My melody remains present in the silence
Feel my words push deeper inside you
My lyrics sink into you, resonating deeply
Honestly, don't know what I'm thinking
Truthfully, my thoughts are unclear
Do you want more?
Are you looking for something else?
Is desire just jealousy
Could what I'm feeling be envy?
Telling me how to feel
Dictating my emotions
Tell me now
Please inform me immediately
If I am wrong
If I have misunderstood
Is it desire?
Is it an intense yearning for something?
Desire
Intense longing
Did something come up
Has something occurred?
Or is that the plan again
Or was it part of the original scheme?
Are you there?
Are you present?
The emptiness twists and turns
My hollow feeling has become convoluted
Nothing to defend
There's nothing to justify
Gonna run with my plan
I am going to carry out my intentions
And a chain on your heart
And imprison your emotions
Think I'm going insane
I fear I am losing my mind
With my
Because of my
My desires
My intense longings
I've been woken by the thought
The thought has stirred me from slumber
That I'm what you're looking for
That I am the thing you seek
Let me know
Please inform me
If I am wrong
If I have misunderstood
Desire
Intense longing
Desire
Intense longing
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Rhys Connolly
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@migguigabrielle4950
The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I'm thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her...
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I'd always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she'd lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She'd close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I'd start kissing her goodbye but she'd just leave cause I was
just making her late for work...
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking...
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother's place.
She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it's killing me that she can run away from this and I just can't.
I can't – I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.
How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can't breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn't care if it's perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
@ASMinor
This a a transcript of the poem entitled, "OCD" by Neil Hillborn. This is a public service, and I do not claim any connection to this poem, the poet, or this youtube channel.
*I apologize that the format of this transcript makes this comment a little long, but it's the writing format that I use for my own spoken word poetry on my YouTube channel. Enjoy! 💓💙
-The first time I saw her
-Everything in my head went quiet.
-All the ticks,
-All the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
-When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,
-You don’t really get quiet moments.
-Even in bed, I’m thinking:
-Did I lock the doors? Yes.
-Did I wash my hands? Yes.
-Did I lock the doors? Yes.
-Did I wash my hands? Yes.
-But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips,
-Or the eyelash on her cheek,
-The eyelash on her cheek,
-The eyelash on her cheek.
-I knew I had to talk to her.
-I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
-She said yes after the third one,
-But none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
-On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating,
-Or fucking talking to her.
-But she loved it.
-She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
-She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk!
-When we moved in together,
-She said she felt safe,
-Like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
-I’d always watch her mouth when she talked,
-When she talked,
-When she talked,
-When she talked.
-When she said she loved me,
-Her mouth would curl up at the edges.
-At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off,
-And on, and off,
-And on, and off,
-And on, and off,
-And on, and off,
-And on, and off.
-She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were just passing in front of her.
-But some mornings,
-I started kissing her goodbye but then she’d just leave because I was making her late for work.
-When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.
-When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.
-She told me I was taking up too much of her time.
-Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
-She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her.
-That this whole thing was a mistake, but...
-How can it be a mistake when I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
-Love is not a mistake,
-And it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
-I can’t go out and find someone new,
-Because I always think of her.
-Usually, when I obsess over things,
-I see germs sneaking into my skin.
-I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars.
-And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
-I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.
-How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
-How she blows out candles,
-Blows out candles,
-Blows out candles,
-Blows out candles,
-Blows out...
-Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
-I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once,
-He doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
-I want her back so bad,
-I leave the door unlocked,
-I leave the lights on.
@WJames-vk2kp
Ricky Lopez, typical troll. I'd rather be a "beta male" than a fucking sadist.
http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0191886914000324
"Overall, strong positive associations emerged among online commenting frequency, trolling enjoyment, and troll identity, pointing to a common construct underlying the measures.
Both studies revealed similar patterns of relations between trolling and the Dark Tetrad of personality: trolling correlated positively with sadism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism, using both enjoyment ratings and identity scores. Of all personality measures, sadism showed the most robust associations with trolling and, importantly, the relationship was specific to trolling behavior.
Enjoyment of other online activities, such as chatting and debating, was unrelated to sadism. Thus cyber-trolling appears to be an Internet manifestation of everyday sadism."
@ButtonPoetry
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@wickedromantik
Did he ever get her back? Please for the love of all things holy say yes..
@daddykool-aid1031
"I can't breathe because he only kisses her once. He doesn't care if it's perfect."
Oh my god my heart
@shantcheetah
such a deep line :( </3
@dustynut6494
Hello profile pic brother.
@kattmatiquite
"He only kisses her once. He doesn't care if it's perfect."
This still kills me.
Everytime.
@lisaraye6000
My favorite line
@MissAmandaaaGee
My heart straight up cracks everytime.
@Snarl_Marx
What always gets me is "I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on "
Love is powerful...pain is powerful. Sometimes the 2 can't exist without the other.
@jackdolah2031
what does that mean