Alone in a double bed
I like to take both sides
I often lie and look at myself
And stare into my eyes.
I reach between his legs
As he reaches between mine
And we both know what to do
To make us both feel fine.
It's dark but I know his stupid face
I can read his stupid mind
I touch his furrowed brow
To make me think I'm kind.
I hold his hand to calm him
Everything will be okay
But I have to live with this bastard
Every single day.
I think he may only live
Just here inside my brain
But I know I need to kill him
And I think he feels the same.