Love is something lonely people do to waste time,
And I will waste all of my time on you.
Softly breathing out your name,
And choking down my words,
To play your twisted games.
There is a monster in us all,
And it demands to be fed.
Tragically infatuated with my loneliness,
The more dead I have become to you.
Now come come kiss my lovely fallen mouth,
While my organs blue.
For there's not enough room in lonely for two,
But in this single bed I'll lie,
Wasting time thinking of you.
