I’m partial to rock-ballads: crazy ‘bout you,
Can’t stop dreaming, yearning; and all that jazz.
How can I not be? The lies, the game, the class.
The only sensible thing to do was to fell for you.
I did. Oh, I did leap without fear into abyss,
And nothing else mattered, besides sentiment.
I fought. I yield. I grasped at straws and bent,
To keep the chiming in my head and seize the bliss.
It ceased; crushed my heart; left me dry,
The love songs became inadequately cruel,
Adding to my growing shame, working as fuel
For the self-pity party that pleased my eye.
You didn’t notice; shining and standing tall;
Unforgettable, unforgivable, brilliant bastard,
You had me insanely willing and pitifully plastered…
Still, your heart-beat is my favorite song of all.