Oh what ways can I amuse you today Making you fall for me over and over and over again Dragging myself to the end of the bed to make you feel like we didn't pretend And no I won't say we were better off friends Cause that path lacks this passion we can't comprehend When our ship sinks we find a submarine and keep on swimming days blow by bedroom dances make us willing to engorge ourselves on little revealing dances of common courtesy gone too far I feel like I'm jumping through hoops made of language from Mars Some type of subterranean menace beneath the skin endlessly repeating Ill remember how we somehow started but never made a plan to begin Hearing you call me a blessing a curse and a fill in for verses of life between our duet for the chorus in bed that we share.