I keep telling myself that I don’t like you
In the same way that I don’t like bumper to bumper traffic
In the same way that I don’t like songs with stupid lyrics
I say it to myself over and over and over again
I keep telling myself that I don’t want you
In the same way that I don’t want a communicable disease
In the same way that I don’t want an IRS audit
I say it in my mind over a beer once and then once more
But the more that I defy
The more that I think of your name and try to associate your likeness
With atom bombs and skunks and misery
The only thing that rings true, in each and every instance
Is that I am clouding myself with thoughts of your existence
And eventually, unfortunately, truly,
I won’t be able to fight back
The love.