laid

this bed is on fire

with passionate love

the neighbors complain 
about the noises above

but she only comes 
when she's on top

my therapist said 
not to see you no more

she said you're like a disease 
without any cure

she said I'm so obsessed 
that I'm becoming a bore, oh no

ah, you think you're so pretty

caught your hand inside the till

slammed your fingers in the drawer

fought with kitchen knives and skewers

dressed me up in women s clothes

messed around with gender roles

dye my eyes and call me pretty

moved out of the house
so you moved next door

I locked you out 
you cut a hole in the wall

I found you sleeping next to me 
I thought I was alone 

you're driving me crazy 
when are you coming home