Complex

It's a Freudian complex
The easier it is, the harder I try to get out of it
And I'm the first to admit it
When the cigarettes lit only to be extinguished
It's a Groucho complex
You don't love me anyway
And you're better off without me
At least that's what I'll say
'Cause it depends on the light
And I'm only suicidal tonight
On the outside looking in
My self-destructicism's my only fight, cuz i don't play to win
Try to put my finger on it
And then I'm frustrated
Put my fist through the sheet rock
Which I can say has kept me honest
But I know all in all it has not
Come to grips with detachment disorders
Self diagnosis don't need to hear it from no body
And then retire to my quarters
In the midst of a grip of what could be percieved as OCD's
'Cause it depends on the light
And I'm only suicidal tonight
On the outside looking in
My self-destructicism's my only fight
And I don't play to win.
It's an Oedipus complex
No, you must be thinking of another
If I wasn't I swear I'd confess
But you pretend to call me mother
But it depends on the light and I'm only suicidal tonight
On the outside looking in
My self-destructicism's my only fight
'Cause I don't play to win
I don't play to win
I don't play to win
I don't play to win