The Slipstream Project - Picky Lyrics

Is it so wrong to need things in order
Or have I crossed insanity's border
Disorder's not a description to fit me
Though I admit, I'm... picky

Try to explain my tidy label
Struggle to make fools understand
Putting my cards upon the table
Looks like I play a losing hand

Is it so wrong to need things in order
Or have I crossed insanity's border
Disorder's not a description to fit me
Though I admit, I'm... picky

People can mock my strange behavior
Say it's bizarre and quite insane
Seems that methodical ways I favor
Make no spark inside their brains

Picky's alright, in fact it's a breeze
Not losing sight or track of my keys
Picky can show what symmetry brings
Wherever I go, I don't miss a thing
Picky's accused of wasting my time
A finicky use of nickel and dime
Picky can grind on many a nerve
And trigger unkind, intolerant words

Seems the world is full of critics
Thinking my pace is much too slow
They can stick their lame opinions
Into a space the sun don't show

Is it so wrong to need things in order
Or have I crossed insanity's border
Disorder's not a description to fit me
Though I admit, I'm... picky

Picky is the label I am given
Manic condition, some would say
Order completes my way of living
Til I lay neatly in my grave

Is it so wrong to need things in order
Or have I crossed insanity's border
Disorder's not a description to fit me
Though I admit, I'm... picky