you are fire, I am ether -
we could burn this city down
don't you find it hard to breathe here
With your feet so on the ground?
let me count the ways i know you well…
ways i can bring you to your knees
after all this fighting
it's hard to tell where you stand
What is fantasy and why that don't apply to me…
open wide for doctor
show him the snakes inside your head
what about after
riding all roughshod through your bed?
you're like a crazy river dream
that has no mouth and yet must
scream out loud...
no one tells you why
they think the punishment fits the crime
but it's hard time...
i had a dream you were an orphan
with raven hair and a killer's eyes
shooting lovers down like morphine
does that keep you satisfied?
Let me count the ways i hate you now -
Could make you hang your head in shame
and after all this fighting - it's hard to tell
who's to blame…
And what is fantasy, and why that don't apply to me.