Tonight you stoop to my level
I'm your mangy little whore
Now you're trying to find your underwear
And your socks
And then the door
And you're trying to find a reason
Why you have to leave
I know it's cause you think you're Adam

And you think I'm Eve
When you rhapsodize about beauty
My eyes glaze
Everything I love is ugly

I mean really, you would be amazed
And just do me a favor
It's the least that you can do

Just don't treat me like I am
Something that happened to you
I am
I am
I am

Truly sorry
Sorry about all this
And you plot a tiny pin prick
In my big red balloon
As I slowly start to exhale
It's when you leave the room
And I did not design this game
I did not name the stakes

I just happen to like apples
And I am not afraid of snakes
I am
I am
I am
Truly sorry about all this

I envy you and your ignorance
I hear that it's bliss, bliss, bliss
So I let go the ratio
Things said to things heard

As I leave you to your garden
And the beauty you prefer
I wonder whether this will have meaning
For you, when you've left it all behind

I think I'll even wonder
If you meant it at the time