You mystify me.
And it just chaps my ass that you're leaving town...

Sometimes i like to sit and stare,
sometimes at nothing...

There is a day, maybe not in the near future,
You're going to wake up and cough...

Here's this dot,
This dot wrapped in plastic...

Fourth avenue,
Fifth avenue's estranged brother...

There are little hearts in both of my eyes,
Staring at boy-shorts busy with the toil...

Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied...

This no neck mother ****er
Whom I dwarf...