• Do the wires in your mind get sewn together
    Rubbed and severed by the heat
    You don't know how long I could stare into your picture
    And wish that it was me
    I guess it's different 'cause you love him
    But I've got an interactive
    Sick and twisted imagination
    And that's gotta count for something

    Do you like these little sonnets?
    'Cause I wrote them just for you
    How quickly they turn sour
    So be careful who you screw
    And never call
    And I'm starting to suspect
    You don't intend to do anything you say at all ...
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