So how should I begin this

I guess it started when you were with him

And how he never even took you out to dance

But did he f**k with any rhythm

But now he's playing with your head

But did he ever make you come

Did he ever make you cry

Do the wires in your mind get sewn together

Rubbed and severed by the head

You don't know how long

I could start into your picture

And wish that it was me

I guess it's different cause you love him

But I've got an interactive

Sick and twisted imagination

And that's gotta count for something

I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep

Licking sweat off of your forehead

With your finger in my mouth

And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground

You should hear when you're not around

When it's just us horny poets

Who can't wait to write it down

And swear we were only being being honest

Do you like these little sonnets

Cause I wrote them just for you

But how quickly they turn sour

So be careful who you screw

And never call

And I'm starting to suspect

You don't intend to do anything you say at all