what am i to you and what are you to me and what if i'm not what you want or what you think you see and what if you think i am someone else does it reflect badly on my presentation can i be what you think and what you want no i cant in the current situation a pushy cuddle toy with a permanent scar pressed beneath the surface of what i am and who we are a hovering half breed with a haunted life that's after me cutting down what i am and who i hang around what am i to you and what are you to me and what if i'm not who i think i really ought to be and what if i think you're someone else does it reflect badly on the present tense chained to words and pictures not whispered secrets or evidence a derelict deacon with a suitable sermon for every minion wreckless rubber room a straight jacket of my opinions a hovering half breed with a haunted life that's after me cutting down what i am and who i hang around i would be happy just to be happy just once i'd be happy to be finally happy no more naps and no more pills in a flowerpot on a windowsill drenched in sunlight waiting for the curtains to be drawn sleeping soundly instead of going to bed at dawn