You're in my house. You're in my clothes. No one knows. You're in my head like a dumb song. It just goes. You're on my face, you're on my lips. And it shows. I should be happy and I am. I want you close to me. You're like a simile, like, totally. You're like a metaphor for something else. You're like the ocean floor, vast and cool. You're like a swimming pool. But not as blue, and I fell in. So take my hand, swim around. Kiss me hard, until I drown. I wanna be your shirt. I can hug you while you work. I wanna be your wife. You can beat me every night. Our new life. A book to write. Every page is blank. I am sick. Sick of this. Every page is blank. I wanna be your shrink. I'll get paid to watch you think.