Off Kilter

Can you love a psycho schitzo going on the fritz?

Every night I fantasize about nutting on your tits,

But there’s a part of me that deal with something arduous.

That’s why I push you away when you lean in for a kiss.

I always get the urge to stab and slice up flesh

Whether or not our genitals have enmeshed.

Give me a couple of hours to murder a perfect stranger,

Then we can make out on my couch without you being in danger.