The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.nThen I'd know the force with which she adored me.nThe love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares.nWhen I wake up in screams that's how I know that I really care.nnI must await the sting of the scorpion's tail,nfor my impatient advances come to no avail.nLittle pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thingncompared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.nnPick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.nPick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.nnI'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing.nI want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, come change me.