I was wrong, I was wrong
You knew it all along

Two wet feet
Sweating in the fluorescent heat
Enough to make me sick,
Make me kick
Myself sick.

The infatuation is swelling
It's dwelling
In the Bad Places
In the tonsils, the armpit, the follicles.

"I hate that shit."
(You don't know hate. It rips and tears at your ignorance. I smile.)

I have had to leave you, before
A scare tactic
It left you in a cold sweat, beneath, between, the soaked sheets
In the dark room.

You lay there tangled and crying
Until they came and unfurled you
There was yoghurt rotting in the fridge
Maggots in the steak
Left over Birthday cake

I was so happy with our brick walls
And our bucket stilts