Do you feel what I do?
-I sing to little drummer boy,
It’s a beat inside my chest for you,
and I hate you for it too.
I’m maddened, yes I’m maddened,
What you’ve done to me-
At least before I was alone,
but not so lonely.
Now I can’t stand to be a minute without your words,
I need them like an addiction-
to function half as well.
I need you,
need you,
need you,
But do you need me back?
F*** if I know-
But I’m please to hang here on the rack:
You’ve tied me up and pinned me down and now there’s no escape-
but I’ll thrive on your attentions
-either way.
But what if you forget your toy you like to play with dearly?
I’ll surely rot hear on the rack-
The only noise, for you, inside-
Beating, Beating clearly.