Tonight you stooped to my level
I am your mangy little *****
Now you're trying to find your underwear
Then your socks and then the door

And your trying to find a reason
Why you have to leave
But I know it's 'cause you think you're Adam
And you think I'm Eve

And you rhapsodize about beauty
My eyes glaze
Everything I love is ugly
I mean really, you would be amazed

And just do me a favor
It's the least that you can do
Just don't, don't tr*** ** like I am
Something that's happened to you

'Cause I am
I am truly sorry, sorry about all this

And you put a tiny pin prick
In my big red balloon
And as I, as I slowly start to exhale
That's when you leave the room

And I did not design this game
I did not name the stakes
I just happen to like apples
And am not afraid of snakes

But I am
I am truly sorry about all this

And I envy you, your ignorance
I hear that it's bliss, bliss

So I let go the ratio
Of things said to things heard
As I leave you to your garden
And the beauty you preferred

And I wonder what of this will have meaning
For you when you've left it all behind
I think I'll even wonder
If you meant it at the time