When you pick me right up

then toss me around,

you tie my heart up in lies,

say you wont let me down,

right before I'm let down,

you wring me out—then

hang me up to dry

I keep soaking you up,

absorbing your love,

falling for your endless

fabrications.

ev'rything you do,

all the words you use,

your ev'ry single move is

calculated...

Added up our numbers,

evened out the odds,

multiplied the reasons why

I'm divided by these flaws

and I'mmmmmm frustrated from

separating your fallacies, trying

to piece together what to believe;

the truth you tell me is ill-conceived

and deep-ly deceitful.

Our love

could've been

superhuman

but it's just lethal.

Barbaric, savage; primeval.

Addictive enough to end a life,

and yet it's still legal.