You'll console me readily, won't you?
Tell me what I want to hear,
To satisfy me for another day.
No, you say?
I will cry and stray.
I will weep and pray,
Then fall to the bathroom floor,
Begging you to let me wallow in guilt.
No, you say?
And then the weight,
Of the million lies I believed,
Will crack and thud around me.
The calculating cat,
Poised for killing a rat,
Now slumbers at the drop of a hat.
It was you,
And your innocent logic,
That did that.
It's you,
Who, by a touch,
Can make me forgive at last.