Fool PhemieC

Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted noisy ruckus
Heaven sent that you are, wouldn't lift a claw or cut me off 'cause
Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables

Break my habit, you're my habit, I'd trade my limbs for one of you
Two legs for two lips, now I'd say that's a fair trade, wouldn't you?
Drop my habit, you're my habit, I'd trade my habit to get you back and I'm
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool

Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
If I close the window and come back here when I'm not so sober
If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey
Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?

Break my habit, you're my habit, I'd trade my limbs for one of you
Two legs for two lips, now I'd say that's a fair trade, wouldn't you?
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I'd trade my habit to get you back and
It's you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool

Boy, you're on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover