well isn't that something! You're pissing on me!
Not wholly unique, but disconcerting at least –
You're cracking that crust over the littlest thing –
and hanging a flaunce over my blood and my brains, well you

know I don't ask when you're tying up my hands and showing me the sea

please

and then I'm just leaving and then I'm just losing all these pieces of me
it takes me hours to get my head around things I don't give a good god damn about
not that anyone's listening, alright

And if it ain't one thing, you're kissing on me - though I feel you use tongue, well, disproportionately
you're copping that feel you feel your station receives
and modify me till even my spirit believes

you're thinking cause I sing you know I won't scream I’ll sit quiet as cotton to your silly regime
say nothing to no-one re: nefarious scheme
and I’ve got to agree
don't inconvenience me