Bodies in My Closet

CVII

I'll begin to smoke menthol
so you don't get constant headaches.
You love me,
but I'm such a fucking head case.
I believe you are lovely like the moon,
probably why you captivate me.
Touching you is like playing the piano,
something you must be gentle with
despite how sturdy and loud it can be.
Your voice box creates
one of my favorite melodies,
your voice is intoxicating
like all the drinks I've had.
I'll continue drinking after you leave.

- Muse