I Love You Erasure

You made your bed, now lie in it
You masochist of mayhem
This mortal coil is up for grabs
In danger forever

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend your heart

Now take these words and tie them up
And give them back, give them back

For I...
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you

You call collect and I reject your foul abuse and your language
Where's your sense of etiquette?
Can't you assess the damage?

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A row of possibilities around your heart

Now take these tears and cry them in
Your pillow dear and I'll be near