Why is good love and bad love still love?
Why does it mean the same?
Why does it still make you insane?
Loving the inhale and exhale of a vicious cigarette.
I say love equals fame

To feel like someone wants your hand in theirs,
The thought has been tamed
The mercies have turned to blame.
And the truth goes up in obliterating flames

It doesn't exist,
In the minds of the ones who grew up in a lonely home
They never understood why Mommy and Daddy couldn't make it work
Why it was  so much work to make it work
Why it was SO MUCH *******  WORK to make it work
When all Mommy did was work
When Mommy blamed Daddy for not making it work
It seems like all there is to do it work
I'm sorry Mommy
I couldn't make it **work