When it starts you and I are calmly drinking gasoline until one of us sneezes on the candle kindling our lust for violent words. We start killing. Acts of the past, are they worth getting off my chest to feel free while she burns? He won't ever let her go. She won't ever want to go. I am the leech I want removed. I am the leech I once removed. Fighting in the bedroom, I am the leech I want removed Aggravate a tantrum, I am the leech I can't remove. Secret Crime: leave it off the record. For you, for me, for us. This would cut all ties; leave it off the record. Off the record! Apparition truth-crustacean, hostile in the wrong conditions. Talking once was mass elation now aggressive desperation. For you for me for us. True feelings failing to show. Secrets pending, keeping us close. Is this worth getting off my chest? Is this worth crushing our souls. Is this worth getting off my chest. Is this worth asking, " What's this worth?" Is this worth getting off my chest. I am the leech I am the leech. Operation desperation. Living in the wrong conditions. Have you tasted the gasoline?