whoever else i may have been    she'd still be going through this now   but all the quiet hours i require still cant show me how      im barely living    in her halftime show   keeping warped minutes of her wishes and revisions      and somethings knocking around in me like a loose nut   this tell-tale penis kick in the gut    shot down my strut      the walls are beating   it's my reflection in my death   it's the alarm clock riding the horizon      once we spent our afternoons    dancing in our living rooms   now shes giving into her most unlit corners too soon      love is a lifetime's winding twisting tapestry   so reborn now without fears    before you ever met me      you can end things with your boyfriend    i'll quit chasing you around   but how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound      its the creak in the floorboards   it's throb is in my head   it's the alarm clock riding the horizon      it's the hand up through the dirt    toward the sky after midnight   burried alive and left for dead