Yes, I am an elastic
Half man
Half machine
Half epileptic fit
(I am not epileptic
But I am told it would suit me)

I am dreaming of you
And this is my solace:
When I wake up
I remember
That we've never met
And you do not exist
And that is when I start to scream
And I beat my chest
With all I have

You are so beautiful
And such an ideal memory
That you never could have existed
In a life such as mine,
Full of disordered romance
And tumultuous lust
Red eyes
And a bottle of Cheap

I am so isolated
And I have so many trembling fits:
You said I looked pale
And I woke up
And your voice evaporated
Into the approaching dawn
Like it always will.