I just don’t know where the words come from
How could I say this or that
What makes the noises in my throat
Become such hateful and hurtful comments
I never mean to make you cry baby
I just want you to be mine all mine
While keeping my aloof cat-like life
I need you to need me
While I just throw you in the trash
Like the condom when we’re through
But you can’t leave, I have your CDs
In my old beat up pick up truck
And your fish lives in my living room
So even if I fucked your friend
And that girl from the bar
And that other girl from down the street
You can’t leave me, silly thing
You love me when I’m mean
Don’t you? Or else you would already
Be gone
Hey. Where'd you go?
I came home from work, and feel
Just like a love-sick puppy dog
Searching the bedroom and closets for a bone
Your CDs have vanished from my truck
And your fish is dead, in it's bowl
Ah, I think I see now.
Oops.