Love Is a Bug

He turns the pages from a book
The pages off the hook
Twenty, thirty…
Don’t remember
He got the thirst from the loop
The pages off an ugly book
Twenty
Now you’re lying to me
Life’s ugly when you’re not here
Birds that float into your neck
Life’s ugly when you’re alone
In your room with a dead body on the floor
Spare me that
When you’re about to know how he treats you in takes
Fancy eyes
It leaves you mild and bored
That famous look on her face
The funny takes an ugly look
«Became a poet by the book»
Laughing and laughing
Laughing about me
It turned ugly from the cook
Got the receipt from a book
Just me mostly
Fancy eyes
You like it dry and cold
Turns me up between takes
Ugly eyes
From upstairs I hear
You must be strong to behave