You'd cover my face when you'd f*ck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau at party I throw
I'm a self-made scarecrow
I love you more than I hate me
'Cause you are everything I wish I could be
I'm a friendless best friend
A single bookend, "a walking dead ender"
"I'm a return to sender"
We didn't know the fix was in
Years before our race was run
Our epilogue was predestined
Like a Maori tribe fourth son
Like a Randy Rhodes scholar
Or a rotary cell phone
A slave is lost without their collar
The unfavorite sundial tone
My conscience disobeys me
Because I always cease to amaze me
I'm like a virgin blossom
I'm on the verge of nawe-some
A unhip-hop scotch blend
Where everyone tried to pretend
They didn't want our love to end
But we all knew that it had to