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I do not think you get my desperation,
I do not think you know the pain it makes,
I do not think you see this self-characterisation,
I do not think you make all these mistakes.

Damn these girls, damn them all.
They throw you up
And bat you to the wolves.

I used to fly (within a certain BOX)
I thought a relationship wasn’t for me.
Or a kiss. Or a look. Whisky on the rocks,
Please, so much later. What else could there be?

Damn these girls, damn them all.
They throw you up
And bat you to the wolves.

And now you tell me I kill the party,
Am a scorpion with sorrow in the sting;
An axe-murderer with a hatchet made
Of twilight, ivory, mother-of-pearl –
Come to destroy your perfect world.