I am so in love
   with the idea of normal
That it is so ******* sick

And you,
   with your shiny, naive smile,
Are the epitome of untainted

And it makes me want to *****
   how desperately
I crave to push you to the edge

To push you as far as I can
   and see
If you will crumble to ashes in my hands

Or perhaps you will trip off the abyss
   and try
To drag me down to hell with you

But hell is the domain
   that I call my own
One I have been praying to sink back into

And I am so in love
   with the idea of normal
And I don't want to say that it isn't you

Because it is you
   with your wonderfully ordinary concerns
None of which have to do with the voices

Private voices
   sweet voices
Incorporeal people I keep locked in my head

These thoughts
   are ones you'll never have
And I am so in love with the idea of normal

That I've been sick dozens of times
   simply from the thought
That I might be in love with you