I want to taint the rose, but instead I cherish it
I want to bash the thought, but instead I relish it
I am feverish tonight
How I wish for your touch
I miss you, I miss you
Even in this unalterable delirium
Its little, unwavering sarcasm
Full of disgrace, stealth and denial
I want to rejoice it all
The merriment of yon notorious souls
I want to live the night
I want to dance out the very whole circle
Like a halo, and its listless shivering phantasm
Like a badger, in its soundless, sleepless cage
Oh I miss you
I miss you, I miss you