tonight you stooped to my level
  i am your mangy little whore
  you are trying to find your underwear
  and then your socks and then the door
  and you're trying to find a reason
  why you have to leave
  i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam
  and you think i'm eve
    you rhapsodize about beauty
  and my eyes glaze
  everything that i love is ugly
  i mean really, you would be amazed
  just do me a favor
  it's the least that you can do
  just don't treat me like i am
  something that happened to you
    i am truly sorry about all this
    you put a tiny pinprick
  in my big red balloon
  and as i slowly start to exhale
  that's when you leave the room
  i did not design this game
  i did not name the stakes
  i just happen to like apples
  and i am not afraid of snakes
    i am truly sorry about all this
  i envy your ignorance
  i hear that it's bliss
    so i let go of the ratio
  of things said to things heard
  and i leave you to your garden
  and the beauty you preferred
  and i wonder what of this
  will have meaning for you
  when you've left it all behind
  i guess i'll even wonder
  if you meant it
  at the time