They tell me I'm crazy but I think that's a bit of an overstatment I mean it's not my fault there isn't enough air in this room to breathe.

I don't remember the first day I saw you.
I know you were a pink little thing, though
squirming and squealing.

I can easily recall the last.
Calling it a fond memory would be far too much of an overstatment,
now.

I don't know if you want to become a stranger
or if I'm forcing you to.
But either way, its happening