Five on the right? Makes my brain start seethin'
Because there's only four on the left, can't leave it
Cause I don't like it when I see 'em
Things before my face when they are uneven
I can't take when the evenness swerves
To somethin' that's not that, I may seem like a jerk
When I rearrange your own bookshelf, Stephen
But I just can't take it when they're uneven, even, no

What am I s'pposed to do when the left side has three but right has two, man?
What am I s'pposed to say when you pretend all of that's okay?
I'm not OCD with this
I'm just a picky twit

Sane folks like you, seems you're never seein'
What, to me, shines like lighthouse beacons
I must move stuff so it looks pleasin'
To soothe my poor brain, can't have things uneven, even, no

What am I s'pposed to do when one side is more green than that side's blue, man?
What am I s'pposed to say when it gets left in that mess for days?
Know that I'm a freak with this
No, not OCD with this
I'm just a picky twit (what's really wrong with a little spring cleanin'?)
A really picky twit (afraid my soul strains when things are uneven)

Oh, it's way too hard to not part each shelf that I face
So that it's arranged good for my brain
Takes too many minutes, not the worst of it, mate, oh
Cause each time that I move on, my work has up and changed

Waitin' in line here to buy some green things
Forgot what they are cause my head's still seethin'
Some random guy had to take three bits
It twitches my face now that it's un-
Now that it's un-, now it's all uneven, no

What am I gonna do now the left side, it leans t'wards "less"? I fume, man
What am I s'pposed to say without makin' me look real insane (oh yeah, look insane now)?
Cause my brain won't leave it, shit
Still not OCD with this (oh, I'm still not, still not, yeah-eah-eah-yeah)
Just a real picky twit (bug up my butt 'bout things I should be leavin')
A super picky twit (I really can't take it, that shelf's uneven)

Oh, it's all uneven, no
Oh, it's all uneven, no
Oh, it's all uneven, no