if i couldn t have your heart i would have your body but each time i possessed you in the dark i possessed nothing your eyes are prison gates keeping me in this old house but if i tried to go you would not hesitate i m sure you would let me out in certain moments i see through everything you re a bore we all know it everyone has noticed that puppet string still need someone to pull it now you are carving their names into your mattress in an imitation of some obscure actress and i don t know why you keep me around but i m easy target practice in the thralls of your indifference i remain at my station all my life i ve had this unhealthy sense perverse fascination as i lie there i realize i m not dead and more than that i feel sort of like i ve been reborn or something and i look up to you and your eyes are back to normal and it s just you and you say this i ll never forget this you say sometimes poison is the cure and that s it that s where i wake up