here's what i would say to you
if you and i were lovers
even if we wanted to
we couldn't clean these covers

cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you

stains so set we could have traced
their borders with our eyes closed
with fingertips protected by
the prophylactic of our choice

that you mean nothing to me
and i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you

even though you shouldered me
that time when i was down

this dance we do
is a ritual prescribed to provide comfort and
convenience to the weak knees of the dancer

this dance we do
conforms to all the rules and regulations
put forth by the bodies
keeping seats warm for THE MAN, SIR

and I would dance with you
but you can't dance and otherwise pretending
only gives us both a fucking cancer
in the head

do you ever see
in the faces of your friends
the skull bones underneath
and how everyone pretends?

do you ever picture
the hard hospital bed
where one day you'll be clear on
who you should have been instead?

may i have this dance, you'll say
and i could play that part
but i mean nothing to you
and you mean nothing to me
and so this mattress might see
a rhythm
but never
a heart