Cupid's bullet wound

Love is a bullet wound deep in my shoulder
I feel the bullet lodged there
Trapped in bone and muscle tissue
The wound bloodied and itchy
I can't get it out
My fingers don't go at that angle
The tweezers are too short
I can't go to the hospital
What will I say?
"Cupid shot me and it hurt"
They'll laugh and say
"Go home little girl
The world has just begun
With all it's banality and trouble
The world has just opened it's eyes to you"
Of course they won't say that many words
they'll tell me to take some asprin and get over it
Tell me to just deal with it
So what happens when my addictions get the best of me
when I get up face down in the bath tub
Because I O.D.ed again
What happens when I cut too deep again
When no one's there to find me
And carry me to the hospital
What happenes when there is no one left and I'm alone
Sleeping in the cemetary on a cold February night
I'll tell you
I'll look down and see one set of footsteps
Because this is when Otep is carrying me