'Go home. I'd be surprised
If you could find it with those eyes.'
'Ah, go ahead and get hit by a bus.'
It was the look in your eyes
When you said something like
'It's just us.'
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
'Just take me down to Lansdowne Street.
Fenway Park? C'mon, it's not like they keep it hid!' 
It was the look in your eyes you said,
'No one's going to hurt me like you did.'
Rolling Over it a thousand times
In the narrow flume of my mind.
O what I'd give for just one small caress.
It was the look in your eyes
When you said something like
'Yer possessed.' 
You're possessed.