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