she was about as annoying as kamikaze flier   circling my head   and then fucking up my eyes      analogies and anecdotes   always seemed to work on describing the worst kinds of people      she annoys me something chronic when she asks   did you miss me?   she's always in the mood for playing insincere games   and letting her subconscious take over   what she truly knows is true      this ain't love   this ain't standing tall   this is falling on deaf ears   this is eating away your years   so let's just leave this back   where it started yesterday   there's nothing left to compensate for   any longer      when you don't know what you've got before your eyes   instinct tells you where to throw it   but in her case, the art of settling kicks in   she wants to use this piece of second-best   to compensate for better sex      she annoys me something chronic when she asks   do you love me?   i told her to read some entertaining books and poetry   'cause this fantasy you have of you and i   is not going to come true anytime soon   and i don't have a heart to cry      this ain't love   this ain't standing tall   this is falling on deaf ears   this is eating away your years   so let's just leave this back   where it started yesterday   there's nothing left to compensate for   any longer      'cause when you don't know what you've got before your eyes   instinct tells you where to throw it   so go away and have a nice life