We made you make your overtures when you were a chauven'd orotund mutt
And I was still a dewey petal rather than a moribund slut
My love wrecked you
You packed to twirl your skirt at the palace
It hurt more than it ought to hurt I went to work to cultivate a callus

And now I'm hard, too hard to know
I don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no no
Tears calcify in my tummy
Fears go inside?
How can I ask anyone to love me
When all I do is beg to be left alone?

Oh, when I try to love
I can love the same man in the same bed in the same city
But not in the same room, it's a pity, but oh, it never bothered me before
Not 'til this guy, what a guy, oh God what a good guy and I can't even enjoy him

My ills are articulate, my woes are granular
The ants weigh more than the elephants
Nothing, nothing is manageable so couldn't we skip the validictories?
I can see a the door there, shut it and forget my number