• Your love is like
    Cockroaches and weeds
    No matter how I try
    To rid myself of it
    It just keeps coming back
    I could throw it far
    Across the vast sea
    And it would just return
    With an Australian postal stamp
    The last thing I see
    Before your love knocks me out cold

    It isn’t that I don’t like you
    Or appreciate your loyalty
    It isn’t that I don’t appreciate
    The faithfulness you give me
    But the further I push you
    Your love pushes back harder
    Like the returned pendulum swing
    Of a big, red punching bag
    Full of glitter that itches
    And won't come off of my skin

    Overtime that you are away
    For those thankful, brief intervals
    Your love always grows in strength
    And it’s overbearing
    Strong, willful, but blind
    That I don’t feel the same way
    I asked you if it was possible
    We could just be friends
    Or better yet, strangers
    Yet here am I again
    Wearing your ornate
    Ball and chain

    Your love is like
    Cockroaches and weeds
    Which are just a fact of life
    In my low rate hotel reality
    It’s best to learn to accept it
    Because it’ll never go away
    Rather, it just defines who I am
    And who I am
    Is a person who was beaten
    Into a love-induced coma
    And I know you are out there
    And I know you’ll always be there
    As sure as the laws of physics
    You will always be there
    Even after nuclear holocaust