this infection

we stare at the sun through the crack in the trees
my fingers touch yours as i reach for the joint
you like me the best when i'm down on my knees

i've been swallowed up by the terrible sea
the blue of it washes and gently anoints
we stare at the sun through the crack in the trees

i ache for the things that you did to me
you bought me with only a handful of coins
you like me the best when i'm down on my knees

you can't say that i don't try hard to please
i pirouette idly, i balance en point
we stare at the sun through the crack in the trees

i really did love you, you have to believe
i was head over heels for some stupid boy
you like me the best when i'm down on my knees

you are allergic to the sting of the bee
it fills me, i fester with some bitter joy
we stare at the sun through the crack in the trees
you like me the best when i'm down on my knees