You Should Be Afraid of Virginia Woolf...

The most imperfectly Compatible almost-couple… Framed in unwanted proximity Coated in fool’s gold In worst case, we’ll hold onto each other forever You’re always just a drink away Along with every Honey that ever came by You’ll end up on the bathroom floor Crush the ice between your teeth And smile as it melts in your mouth Don’t provoke me I’ll get you back, just you wait Let’s invent a new game ‘Cause this is as good as it gets Baby, this is our fun Someday you’ll sober up But for now: We’re Martha and George And I just killed our son.