Paint By Numbers

numbers, numbers flying through my head
I'm unable to escape your ready made bed
you make everything so difficult, yet so easy
you're the perfect combination, and the worst

patterns, patterns everywhere
I have to pick them out, I swear
it's biting, knawing, I can't say no
what kind of an addiction is this?

I'm starting to miss myself in the mirror
but you're making things seem so much clearer
who or what are you? is it me? am I you?
I'm getting confused.. you're taking all my energy

do I want you or do I hate you?
I'm beginning to lose sight of the difference in the two
it's possible to hate for the reason of want
and you can want something for the hate

numbers and patterns are haunting me
"we're all wearing sneakers!" "three things outside are all green!"
who introduced us? can they break you off of me?
like a whale to a barnacle, you do define

like the most lovely, hated puzzle I do over again
like that girl following me in the hallway in her dress
who or what are you? is it me and am I you?
the only answer is the paint by numbers