Among the afflictions

With which I've been marked

None so pretentious, no

And none quite so dark

I get the feeling you're bored with me

Not through habit or frequency

Did your mother have you easily?

And if there's some place else that you would rather be

Then go

Then go

Then go

Then go

Among the intentions

Which have been sought

Numbered and labelled

But none of them bought

I get the feeling you're testing me

You're saturated in urgency

And you stick your probe in further

But you're still not pleased

And if there's someplace else that you would rather be

Then go

Then go

Then go

Then go

Then go

Then go

Then go, go

I would have lied for you

I would have cried for you

I crossed the line for you

I would have died for you