she was about as annoying as kamikaze flierncircling my headnand then fucking up my eyesnnanalogies and anecdotesnalways seemed to work on describing the worst kinds of peoplennshe annoys me something chronic when she asksndid you miss me?nshe's always in the mood for playing insincere gamesnand letting her subconscious take overnwhat she truly knows is truennthis ain't loventhis ain't standing tallnthis is falling on deaf earsnthis is eating away your yearsnso let's just leave this backnwhere it started yesterdaynthere's nothing left to compensate fornany longernnwhen you don't know what you've got before your eyesninstinct tells you where to throw itnbut in her case, the art of settling kicks innshe wants to use this piece of second-bestnto compensate for better sexnnshe annoys me something chronic when she asksndo you love me?ni told her to read some entertaining books and poetryn'cause this fantasy you have of you and inis not going to come true anytime soonnand i don't have a heart to crynnthis ain't loventhis ain't standing tallnthis is falling on deaf earsnthis is eating away your yearsnso let's just leave this backnwhere it started yesterdaynthere's nothing left to compensate fornany longernn'cause when you don't know what you've got before your eyesninstinct tells you where to throw itnso go away and have a nice life