i am precious
mildly infectious
a disease that tastes like sugar

breathe me at night
when the feeling's right
and you don't know where to kiss first

a virus within you
weaved into the sinews
of the muscles in your heart

breaking down
the post-op clown
and all the ice cream you want

scream at me
but you'll see
that you can't cure it

i'm infectious honey
a bit of your money
won't get rid of my presence

i'll leave you with scars
and terrible mars
just to prove that baby i've been here