Villan Hell

I can't decide which one I'd rather lose
I think so hard i get a cranial bleed
It's poetry or you - I have to choose.

I might have thought you'd turn into a muse
The opposite is true I now concede.
I can't decide which one I'd rather lose.

I'm used to fags, unhappiness and booze
A misery transferred to those who read.
It's poetry or you - I have to choose.

There's nothing in this romance I can use
How can my gloomy verses now proceed?
I can't decide which one I'd rather lose.

I think you came along just to confuse
and though I'm very fond of you indeed
It's poetry or you - I have to choose.

I must elicit other people's views
a toss up: love or verse is what i need
I can't decide which one I'd rather lose.
It's poetry or you - I have to choose.