There are worse things than being alone, but often it takes decades to realize this and most often when you do, it's too late. And there's nothing worse than too late.

We had a bed of daisies thriving in the yard and i quit my job so i could hold you all the time. i tried to stop the thing matastasizing in us, but in the warm, slow evening, i could feel it rising in us.

Ah, but you made me drink poison.
it felt smooth running down my throat.
I love you. and you made me drink poison.
it was cool and smooth and sweet

Drastic times don't call for drastic measures. It calls for sitting down, shutting the hell up and thinking things through before you fcuk it up more.

So the sunlight plays its games along your eyes and it has the same effect on a thousand other guys and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the pull too, but the sunlight makes me strong and I know about you.

I could hear your heartbeat steady and hard and pure
I used to love you so much that I was sure it would kill me
and I want you the way you were.

Today I woke up, more awaken than I've felt in years. Not concerned with anything, no tears. I'm done with that shit.

And the talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex. And then there's no mystery left.

"I'm not a poet, I'm just fcuked up in the head.
This isn't a song about love, it's about wanting you dead"

If three words could heal you,
I'd speak only two.