you can talk of fucking like it's a joke,
and i wonder at the poor blokes who mean so little to you
i mention sex like it's a secret,
but no one knows my secret and no one notices that i hide
need to keep a lid on the dark,
better to be frigid than afraid of myself
i figure i'll be able to laugh one day,
when the wounds have been opened
and years have passed,
when sex is passe, when fucking is just fucking
and i don't know if i'll be myself on that day,
or someone else.