the love that i crave is a polar bear to gore me then i d know the force with which she adored me the love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares when i wake up in screams that s how i know that i really care i must await the sting of the scorpion s tail for my impatient advances come to no avail little pinches and pokes they don t mean a thing compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings pick it up try it get tired of it rewind pick it up try it get tired of it rewind i m so tired of being wasted just chasing the same old thing i want to get hit by a big thing come take me come change me
['olympia wa indie']