jump in the passenger you can hold the shotgun and we'll take the tour in my temple god's house I've lost the keys in the same place I think as my mental the cops are just here restraining order the limits of my Love have boarders who pay no rent in my heart they've got squatters rights I can't kick em out but I can let you in a small fee of your time but in the end I will pay the price constantly in life first stop a cottage too small for all my baggage with her the closest I came to marriage she loved every part of me my biggest supporter emotionally saw my damage I put her in all my insecurities became her most treasured critic she buried my memory in the attic and threatened I'd be arrested when I demanded passage I didn't do her justice then and I can't do it now she's a stranger whose last act threw me out she's the only one I'm sure Loved me back
spare me not See "Unfinished Love..." for a better perspective of where this poem originates