I did not ask for commentary on my life
Never once did I compel you to speak your mind
Since all the sweetness of my youth appears so alluring to your burnt out eyes,
Quench their dryness with the drink of the devil
Maybe then you will be satiated
Maybe then you will not feel the need to murmur that my earrings look so nice
Or how you’d like to touch them
Oh, how I abhor your commentary on my life