Berenice
Those insect-eggs
Are hatching out
And i think i'm going deaf.
In one ear and my balance is shot
So you can guess
My dreams are filled
With brain-eating worms
But it's only when i wake
I really feel
The horror
And i can't wait
To have you near again
And talk about
The things that
We both went through
I admit
To fantasies
Of wrist-slashing
But it doesn't make me proud
Glamorous
Or any such thing
(...i can't wait.....)
Sometimes i think i want to go
Back again
To the place where we were left
Coz ever since
Nothing can come close
And i can't wait
To have you near again
And relive the things that
We both went through.