We sell condoms where I work,
****** arousal supplements,
and lotions.
And there's this twenty-year-old girl there
who controls all my emotions.
One look into her eyes;
two words that she says,
and suddenly I'm dying
right there inside my head.
Bury me six feet under.
This is more than I can stand.
I'm falling toward some dark abyss.
Pull me out of this quicksand.
(Maybe I should quit, or see a psychiatrist.)
I used to follow logic.
I used to be a reasonable man.
Now some twenty-year-old girl
holds my fate within her hands.
(She could **** me with the press of a button,
but she doesn't understand.)
Suicide crosses my mind too often.
Why should I die for this?
It's never bothered me before now.
I've never coveted a kiss.
I'm being ridiculous.
I just want it to be done.
I hate these ******* feelings.
I don't want to long for anyone.
(When the brain fights with the heart, it can tear a soul apart.)
There's this twenty-year-old girl at my job
who has recently found her sexuality,
and for reasons I can't fathom,
it will surely be the death of me.
Oh, to be young and in love . . .