My girlfriend went to war. I was afraid she wouldn't come back.
I was really afraid.
I like to see her run marathons just to please me. She knows it's never enough.
I like to put her through loopholes and traps. I think of her as a recruit.

In the beginning she was too nice.
And if everything is too nice, something must be off.
Off-line, off-key, off-the-life-that-used-to-be me.
Off with her, off of her, off to go alone.

She's the kind of girl to ask everything twice.
She's the kind of girl to live with her ex-lover, ex-scissor and ex-murderer.

She didn't like my terms & conditions.
I'm going to FAQ every step of the way.
Wish me slut.

She was loved up, loved over, overloved? Undershared and underfucked, I said.

She's ADD, I'm OCD.
What am I gonna get out of this prisoner's dilemma?

Prison sex.
No sex.
Incest.
Straight jacket. To hell with it. She's my hell while I'm her mania.