You're my candy. The sugar is always good,
I must be a diabetic, I need it.
But I am the Redhot tongue, in your mouth
That can supply a kiss, like no other.
This is our book, I'll write it,
You'll have to let the pictures turn.
I go too fast for most.

This has always been an issue.
I express myself.
I'll never admit how I feel, first
Not in person at least.
I know if I do, I might not love it.
The end result might not be perfect.
So I'll jot it down, and kick my feet up,
on your lap.
You'll have no idea what's on my mind.
As I feel burned
Set me on fire, and leave me for ashes.

You're my pill. I'll take you once a week.
At least. It's enough to get by.

The walls are painted.
The grass is cut.
The house is clean.
And you.. you are Malcolm
In the middle of it all.
But me?
I am on the other side.
I didn't go there on my own.
I was born there.
It was fate.

Your wants and my needs.
Is where it all breaks down too.
Whisper to me - in my ear,
Tell me you give in.
You want it all.
I want a wife, without the ring.
So I'll just laugh it off
and tell you, you need more seasoning
To be my last meal.
I want well done, and you're rare.
Sorry.

You can claim everything when I leave,
Most will be lies anyways.
But grip onto them, like prized possessions.
It'll be the first aid to your self worth.

Remember that time I forgot tell you something?
I might've looked around, for a new toy.
I  think they call it window shopping..
But I never touched the packaging.
Does that make you full of anger?

A woman will always mix up truth for lies
Even as it lies, right in front of her.
Waiting for a push, to a point
Even if that point isn't sharp enough
To prove anything.

You could ride along beside me
and say those three words that break
a romantic down, and make you his.
But I'll never again,
Take that left turn first.
Not after the first accident.
No insurance company,
Could EVER cover that.

I won't step on those brakes at this point,
I'm going too fast, and it's fragile.  
I'd rather have it snap in half
And ricochet off my soul.

I've had my fair share of troubles,
and heart ache,
Thanks to this history of mine.
It was the sign before the dead end

So...

Thank you.
But for you, misery
This is the end.