They take advantage of him all of the time
Their fingers rape his cavities
Probing for a hidden cliché
He's a fruit that got in gravity's way
He's the first to tell you he's full of shit
Like it's half a compliment for men
Though he's waking up in puddles of piss
He marinates his metaphors in them
And in this moment they'll be falling in love
She takes photographs of people she knows
She brings out the best and worst in them
A goddess buried deep in the folds of her fractured self
And the lies that they told
She used to laugh and everything old
It was a joke that never aged a bit
But when they robbed her of her infinite smile
She said, maybe I'll just play dead for a while
I'm right here and I must admit I've been pining for you
You're my wish, when I touch myself I am conjuring you
From fresh dirt. When we talk all night and the minutes are free
I just hope when I cast my spell you'll be falling for me
Because falling in love
Could be the first thing
Could be the worst thing
There's no rehearsing
Retarded in love