Written by You’re so pretty, it hurts me physically
to look at you, it feels like my insides
are being twisted and ripped at
with a farming scythe.
If I can only see you through the point of view of someone else
It’s like the pain of a violent fight to the death,
I would not die.
I suffer worse fates all the time.
Any type of sight of you is a respite from life.
It feels like a crime. Like I’m seeing something so beautiful,
She’s only for godly types.
I’m a spaced-out, petty thief; my attractions are priceless,
otherworldly.
She sees me writhing and smiles; I think she’s too kind.
she keeps drawing me in closer
to kill me, consume me or, just to poke at my mind.
I’m either blind or dumb, my trust is indefinite.
She doesn’t have to say it, that i’m squeezing too tight or,
if I’m wasting my time; she won’t say it.
I could bottle a gallon of my own blood in one sitting
and walk it across town on a hot day
a Texas-summer day like today
if you just wanted some red dye.
I’d be fine with that; I’ll throw in the whites from my eyes
Knowing I would expire,
And you were my last sight.
I’m a weak person; I’m a little boy.
If anybody else on Earth could love you, as much as I do
They would surely die
immediately, their heart would explode.
I’d feel bad for the guy.
I think I lied;
I’m sort of a classical-romance type,
if I had it my way, I would say
“Sword or powder”
And I wouldn’t think twice.
As a bafoon, I pride myself as wiser than toolish wolves
But really, I’m a malnourished pit-bull; you’re like food.
You keep yanking my chain,
While I sit in a puddle of drool.
If I did get what I want (you)
I don’t know what I would do, if I could handle it.
I would rightly piss myself, then run into traffic.
You make me shake and shiver
I see fire and sparks like it’s July.
I want you so bad I’ll make a fool of myself,
I might whine and bite strangers sometimes.
I will roll over, and fetch, if you want
I can sit for a long time.
I want to be your bitch, woman, forever.
If you’re mad, you can tell me and I’ll sleep outside.