Tonight you stooped to my level I am your mangy little whore You are trying to find your underwear And then your socks and then the door And you're trying to find a reason Why you have to leave I know it's 'cuz you think you're adam And you think I'm eve
You rhapsodize about beauty And my eyes glaze Everything that I love is ugly I mean really, you would be amazed Just do me a favor It's the least that you can do Just don't treat me like I am Something that happened to you
I am truly sorry about all this
You put a tiny pinprick In my big red balloon And as I slowly start to exhale That's when you leave the room I did not design this game I did not name the stakes I just happen to like apples And I am not afraid of snakes
I am truly sorry about all this I envy your ignorance I hear that it's bliss
So I let go of the ratio Of things said to things heard And I leave you to your garden And the beauty you preferred And I wonder what of this Will have meaning for you When you've left it all behind I guess I'll even wonder If you meant it At the time
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