Bob Marley Follow

Tonight you stooped to my level

I am your mangy little whore

You are trying to find your underwear

And then your socks and then the door

And you're trying to find a reason

Why you have to leave

I know it's 'cuz you think you're Adam

And you think I'm Eve

You rhapsodize about beauty

And my eyes glaze

Everything that I love is ugly

I mean really, you would be amazed

Just do me a favor

It's the least that you can do

Just don't treat me like I am

Something that happened to you

I am truly sorry about all this

You put a tiny pinprick

In my big red balloon

And as I slowly start to exhale

That's when you leave the room

I did not design this game

I did not name the stakes

I just happen to like apples

And I am not afraid of snakes

I am truly sorry about all this

I envy your ignorance

I hear that it's bliss

So I let go of the ratio of things said to things heard

And 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 guess I'll even wonder

If you meant it at the time