Well, they finally took away your kid –

Yeah, I know, it breaks your fatherly heart,

But reconsider what it is you did:

There’s no one now to render us apart.

Just you and me, babe, all this time to kill –

I lie down for you; you can suck me up.

A life of impulse, hedonistic thrills –

Your body craves me; let me come corrupt.

Give me a month – he’ll be a memory

That fades beneath a sweet and cooked-up haze.

Now I’m your lover, I’m your family,

To warm your nights and push you through your days.

He’s in good hands, just shake him from your head;

I’ll kiss your veins until the day you’re dead.

02/18/2002

Posted on 02/18/2002
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