Song -- Smut

I've been sick
I've been tired
I've been waiting around
For you
To get your arse back on level ground

I'm tired
Got concussion
A lump on my head
But I'd rather be here than alone in my bed

It's ridiculous and we're not done
To be honest, we haven't begun
Disappointment you are
To all I've read
You try to convince me to give you head

Don’t touch
I’m not yours
Whatever you think
I’m in love with fiction
Dream till I’m over the brink
You think I’m in love
I’ll call you a shrink
I’m much rather a dream boat
Than you by my sink

I'm not sorry
For all that I said
But it's true
I'd have smut
Over you in my bed

You're pathetic
It's not laughable
I retch at your efforts
And to sleep I fall
And my dreams
Full of sexed-up knights
Are forgotten too early
'Cause you wake me at daylight

Don’t touch
I’m not yours
Whatever you think
I’m in love with fiction
Dream till I’m over the brink
You think I’m in love
I’ll call you a shrink
I’m much rather a dream boat
Than you by my sink

I love you,
I need you,
I wake up.
You adore me?
I'm outta here
Before I throw up

You see me too often
For me to care
I won't miss you
You'd worship my bus fare

Don’t touch
I’m not yours
Whatever you think
I’m in love with fiction
Dream till I’m over the brink
You think I’m in love
I’ll call you a shrink
I’m much rather a dream boat
Than you by my sink

I've been sick
I've been tired
I've been waiting around
For you,
To get your ass
Back on level ground
I see you
I grimace
I'll walk away
Don't come near me again
Or I know what to say