Sometimes I wish I was dead.

I think when a car goes past,
that I could be under it

On Thursday I was thinking about
smoking dope to reach that
elusive high

But thanks to your movie tickets
I have no money

You are always saving my life,
so much that I kind of hate it

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

I guess I am always repeating myself
you used to make me
forget what I was saying

Everytime I see you
my heart stops

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

So much my head begins to ache
so I start counting in
French,
I start swearing in German

I dream about you in Technicolour.

Every angle of your body with a
Kubrick intensity,
a Jean-Luc Godard improvisation

You nearly let me convert you to
classical smut


Sometimes I wish I was dead.

So I could stop THINKING! like
a coffee house intellectual,
always...

I like you too much.

You are so, so,
much like Ophelia
(floating away) or am I?

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

I am always proposing
to you in my head.

Your answer changes each time
as if an hourglass is
smashing on my memory

What would you say,
to be or not to be,
conjugating those verbs again

Sometimes I wish I was dead

I like you touching my hair.
Your fingers are so gentle and
loving that you stroke me
like a cat

I purr when you are near,
so you will touch me again

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

Sometimes I even wish you were dead
and in my arms, and we were
a Shakespearan tragedy

I wish I was dead.
And yesterday you nearly killed me.