I'm coming down with this infection.It's hurting me, but 
still I do this on purpose.
I'm coming down with this infection.
On late night walks, we ran right through our
neighbor's lawn. I fall to the ground. I'm lose and
I'm blind, but I still see you.
You drag me to your couch; I'm passed
out drunk. I dreamt you kissed me on
the forehead. You look different without
your makeup on. You look different for
me. My fingers trace your eyelids and
your hand's on my heart. I don't see you

kicking out the crutches.
Shake, shake, shake, wrap me in blankets
because I can't quite deal with the
temperature drop. I'm dying for the fourth
time for you. I see you leaving while I'm
left in this box, and I see the animals,
fresh for the hunt. Release the tigers
and the bats, and the wild stallions.
I know who I am for the first time in
my life.
I know for you, it's torture.
'And I know for you, it's torture.'
I've got a new word for jealousy:
G-R-E-G-O-R-Y