So be it, I’m your crowbar / If that’s what I am so far / Until you get out of this mess / And I will pretend
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Once my lover, now my friend / What a cruel thing to pretend / What a cunning way to condescend / Once my lover, and now my friend
You didn’t see my valentine / I sent it via pantomime / While you were watching someone else / I stared at you and cut myself
I tell you how I feel, but you don’t care / I say: Tell me the truth, but you don’t dare / You say love is a hell you cannot bear / And I say: Give me mine back and then go there
You’ll never see the courage I know / It’s color’s richness won’t appear within your view / I’ll never glow the way that you glow / Your presence dominates the judgements made on you
I certainly haven’t been shopping for any new shoes / -And- / I certainly haven’t been spreading myself around / I still only travel by foot and by foot, it’s a slow climb,
You made your major overtures / When you were a sure and orotund mutt / And I was still a dewey petal / Rather than a moribund slut
Days like this / I don’t know what to do with myself / All day, and all night / I wander the halls along the walls
Every single night / I endure the flight / Of little wings of white-flamed / Butterflies in my brain
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, / They slither while they pass, they slip away across theuniverse / Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my openmind, / Possessing and caressing me.