I like The way I smell like you When I wear your clothes
The inconvenient plant on Tess' table And the haunted laundry room at Jess' (The ghost, we've named him Steve)
I can always be safe, if I want to When I'm around the two of you
And Tess is always catching me from just around the bend of sanity When I think that I don't know why I'm slipping Because I think she knows much more than she lets on About losing to your dark psychoses
But Jess keeps me in touch, And I really love her for it, With her dreams and wishes and driving lessons And her bold vegan ways in a place that is so unfriendly
Sometimes when I'm alone at home and Cabin fever is much too catching I'll talk to them and it dissipates so easily (like gentle mist)
Aside from their assistance, they are beautiful Their minds are whirling marvels,
And they make me laugh At awkward intervals When everyone else in the room is trying Oh-so-hard to wear austerity But I am never ashamed