pauvre coeur

if i recall it was a friday, gentle hum before the war, you were high and watching poker, and i had just walked in the door, you started screaming at the tv, saying, make a play you filthy whore, and i was trying to make you see me, like the way you did before, so i took off my clothes and i opened a bottle, and told you i'd do whatever you wanted, naked on the floor, crying i'm too beautiful, oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur, beats no more, dare i say i was enamored, by the stories of your pain, you were darkened in the wild fight, and i was tangled in your mane, but god forbid you would get angry, i had to dive out of the way, you'd be gunning for me blindly, and there was nothing i could say, but i love you, don't do this, is it it really worth it, that's not very buddhist and i don't deserve it, i'm naked on the floor, crying i'm too beautiful, oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur, beats no more, poor, pauvre coeur, beats no more, making me nauseous, open elevator, i'm stuck in the middle, there's nobody out there, to pull me off my sword, i am far too beautiful, to be yours