This time of the month he still follows me home
the mind, mind you, binds no attention to reason
believing he lives here, in the forefront of fear
and refusing to go when I ask him to leave
Your hope has been wasted on futile endeavors
your kindness poured out on most excellent lovers
O cry me a river that runs through the rainbow
I’ll show you my colors both and comely and true
if only you’d give me the chance to assure you
and stop wasting time on a world with no sense.
I’m not gonna listen you black never ender
you endless imposter assaulting my rhythm
the calendar tells me the chemicals battle
my mind is made up and the doomed one is you.