B.. Alexander ('81)

I am wanting the broken meaning
I crave the hateful lust of fear
Affairs...are all I know

This friendship is unreal until
I push it to it's very limit
She may be yours
You may be his
But I will cut this trust
Affairs...are all I know

Oh, come over with no expectation
No toothbrush, no prior understanding
Then wake up here tomorrow
Affairs...are all I know

I actively seek the tormented tears
The hollow satisfaction of numb shudders
With flesh I shouldn't see, let alone touch
I've been damaged this way for years
Affairs...are all I know
Affairs...are all there is

(2009)