for the better part of ten minutes
i've disected this love
there were seconds spent
rearranging emotions to fit

but i've concluded with sharpness
a matter of clarity
you're just no good for me

you've stapled my hands
to the whipping post
and clapped my ankles
shackles of guilt

you can move me
in and out and out of in
but in love with you
i can't begin

i'm a rock and roll
superstar
you eat my bread you drive my car
i'm your motherfucker today

you steal my powder
you corrode my snuff
crash and bang away into my head
i'm songstruck and pussysick
knee deep in your lovequick