the temperature of your body is related to your temper and the shortness of your fuse and the wreckingballs the phrases that you swing at me are detrimental to my fragile form they re the fatal flaw of your love for me every word i write has strings tied tightly to you you would stand in front of me with your head down just to appease me you re the government the inverse of a crossword you re a palindrome you re fake fur reading vonnegut back to front i want to see you now want to hear the way your words have changed you were always one to hope for rain have you found the right umbrella if you are a cosmonaut stay out where are you circumstances as they are i prefer no surprises