Among the afflictions
With which I've been marked
None so pretentious no
And none quite so dark
I get the feeling you're bored with me
Not through habit or frequency
Did you mother have you easily
And if there's some place else
that you would rather be
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go
Among the intentions
Which have been sought
Numbered and labelled
But none of them bought
I get the feeling you're testing me
You're saturated in urgency
And you stick your probe in further
But you're still not pleased
And if there's someplace else
that you would rather be
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go go
I would have lied for you
I would have cried for you
I crossed the line for you
I would have died for you