It occurred to me late at night
I could have made it up to you
And that would end the losing fight
But why would I cross out my truth?

It's tender but a parasite
I've seen the living lights in you
I'm stuck myself, go fuck myself
I will not join the lines all through

I've got your number
So I'm sure you're mine for the taking
If it's one hundred
Then your skin is wet under my lid

So I learnt quick that all your plans
involve you being closer to
A fever pitch
And that's your cross to bear, I can't relieve that itch
But I know further on it seems
I wish we didn't want these things
I cried in my hotеl room
Used to hoping someone won't walk in

If I could changе it
I'm sure I'd try
Don't you forget it
I love you
And I know you're mine
So tell me often
Tell me often

Thank you Massachussets