I cut myself climbing the fence,
On the sharpened corners of my newfound arrogance
And small hearts formed from the blood that poured, but I just ignored them!

To my undying credit, I was not distracted
Which is not to speak ill of how you've all reacted
It's just - injury and honesty, metaphor and simile
It's just how it occurs to me, so don't judge me too harshly

And you've committed yourself in your way
To someone you need nothing from, you say it gets you through the day
To have a hollow shell of a man to sleep next to
He doesn't even rouse you when he leaves!

And as he rises to go I wonder what crosses his mind
And if alluding to such things seems unkind
Well I feel like it's my right and I may sleep alone in the night
But at least I could tell you why

And at your convenience we can meet
And if I'm staring you down as you walk up the street
Well I've got my reasons

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