Berenice
Those insect-eggs
Are hatching out
And I think I'm going deaf
In one ear and my balance is shot
So you can guess
My dreams are filled
With brain-eating worms
But it's only when I wake
I really feel
The horror
And I can't wait
To have you near again
And talk about
The things that
We both went through
I admit
To fantasies
Of wrist-slashing
But it doesn't make me proud
Glamorous
Or any such thing
(I can't wait)
Sometimes I think I want to go
Back again
To the place where we were left
Coz ever since
Nothing can come close
And I can't wait
To have you near again
And relive the things that
We both went through