Wishing For a Different View From You

watching you drive away via the phone receiver after an argument that left me riddled with confusion wondering how we got here i guess i am the kid that you choose to see me as again i want to be the passionflower of your spotlight yet and still when i am given the key to that special place that you possess, i am a block of ice overwhelmed by chattering knots while in the dark of my lonely, drafty apartment, i can still smell the rare scent of the definition of you all of a sudden i become that certain type of toad aching to be healed i guess i am the kid that you choose to see me as again i want to be the passionflower of your spotlight however and nevertheless when i am offered the special welcome mat of your arousal, i am a mummified maniac driven insane by an overtly elongated monotony....