I Am Kloot

Twisted on destiny, fate and three wishes
We fuck and we fight, someone else does the dishes,
and meantime my memory reminisces and twists,
It's that blonde blue eyed boy,
Your leech or your lover,
One of these days you will be, one or the other,
There's just one or two things
you're about to discover,
About me.
There was a time when we were filled with laughter,
Haplessly hoping happy ever after,
Did we string up a heart, let it
swing from the rafters
And bleed.