Why rent space in your mind?
When a hostile takeover is what I really want
I could apologize for the way I feel
Or I can ask for what I want, in no uncertain terms
Why settle for just a small portion?
When I’d rather consume every fiber of your being
I could keep simmering in my infatuation and loneliness
Or I can tell you, and then it’s your fucking problem
Why spare a feeble dwindling thought?
When you deserve nothing less than beat poetry
I could hide my love away and listen to The Beatles
Or I can stop feeling sorry and not deny myself any longer
Why hold back when we kiss?
When we could just fuse into each other instead