Pieces of me collapse and flake off into my *** and coke.
I **** on a joke, forget it it's not even funny
Skip that and I'm straight to the punch line
A mind occupied by anxiety.

But a golden pseudopod escapes from my forehead
Touches something meaningful and I stumble into bed
I've got a bad feeling that I don't really matter
But she holds me so tight she convinces me I do
And I (almost) choke on the words,
But I love you
.