Crawling

Crawling home stuttering the best I can

My head pounds, dead broke

And my knees are skinned

Now I'm coming to, tasting sweat and blood

I cannot recollect

Recollect your touch

Told Sally at lunch last week about how you caught my eye

"Absolutely no way, honey" was her second-thought reply

Not because you aren't straight gorgeous

Not because you aren't my type

Not because you aren't brilliant, honey

Only 'cause you'll

Ruin my life