Obsessions
Suede Lyrics


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It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor
It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn
It's the t-shirts that you choose
Like you're in the Air Force
Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals

Obsessions in my head
Don't connect with my intellect
It's called obsession
Can you handle it?

It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's called obsession
When you're around

It's the way you close the doors of my car
It's the stupid things you bought with my credit card
It's the way you don't read Camus or Brett Easton Ellis
Yeah the TCP you use, it stings when we kiss

Obsessions in my head
Don't connect with my intellect
It's called obsession
Can you handle it?

It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's called obsession
When you're around

Obsessions is like sex
It's simple and complex
It's called obsession
Can you handle it?

It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground




It's called obsession
When you're around

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Suede's song "Obsessions" are a portrayal of the singer's fixation on a lover's idiosyncrasies - everything from the clothing they choose to wear to the way they close car doors. The things that the singer obsesses over are small, sometimes irrational, but all-consuming. The chorus repeats the word "obsession" in a way that suggests the singer is questioning whether or not this obsession is sustainable. The lyric "it's called obsession, can you handle it?" implies that the singer is aware that their fixation may be too much for their partner to handle.


The lyrics also reference music and pop culture, indicating that the singer and the subject of their obsession operate within an underground subculture. The line "it's connected to the hip sounds" suggests that the singer's obsession is a part of their identity, tied up in the way they define themselves through music and other cultural touchstones that may be unfamiliar to outsiders.


Overall, the song portrays an unhealthy kind of love and an inability to let go of someone, even when their presence is toxic.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor
The singer loves even the most mundane things their lover does, like picking clothes off the floor.


It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn
The singer adores the way their lover scratches their skin every time they yawn.


It's the t-shirts that you choose Like you're in the Air Force
The singer is attracted to their partner's fashion sense, especially their love for Air Force-style t-shirts.


Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals
The singer is captivated by the way their lover speaks and it has a deep emotional effect on them.


Obsessions in my head Don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession Can you handle it?
The singer acknowledges that their obsessive thoughts about their lover may not be rational or intellectually sound, but asks if their partner can handle it regardless.


It's connected to the hip sounds And it moves with the underground It's called obsession When you're around
The singer's obsession with their partner is closely tied to the music and culture they enjoy, and is only heightened when they're around each other.


It's the way you close the doors of my car It's the stupid things you bought with my credit card It's the way you don't read Camus or Brett Easton Ellis Yeah the TCP you use, it stings when we kiss
The singer appreciates even their lover's flaws, like the way they close car doors or spend money foolishly. They also find it endearing that their partner doesn't read certain authors and is irritated by the lip balm they use.


Obsessions is like sex It's simple and complex It's called obsession Can you handle it?
The singer compares their obsessive thoughts with the simple yet complex nature of having sex, asking their partner once again if they can handle it.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID BENGT KREUGER, RICHARD JAMES PAGE, PER OLOF MAGNUSSON

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