His bed is on fire, with passionate love

The Neighbors complain about the noises above

But she only chums when shes on top

my therapist said not to see you no more

she said your like a disease without any joy

she said im so obsessed that I've become a bore

oh no aw you think your so pretty

cut your hand inside a tale

slammed your fingers in the door

–-?--kitchen knives--?--

dress me up in women's clothes

messed around with gender rules

die my eyes and call me pretty

moved out of the house

so you moved next door

I locked you out

cut a hole in the wall

I found you sitting next to me

I thought I was alone

your driving me crazy

when are you coming home