Happy Goth-Neurotic Fiction

Couldn’t tell my mother, couldn’t tell my father Couldn’t tell my friends, couldn’t tell my supervisor But I could tell you I could tell you If I showed my colours, thought that people would be blinded But I showed you and you didn’t bat an eyelid It’s a stigmatism that you know You’re the one, you’re the only one that I can show Your waking thought is “oh hooray” My waking thought is “oh no, not again” You feel like cherry syrup I feel like death warmed up I say “life’s to be endured” You postulate it’s to be enjoyed It’s a new theorem to me You’re changing my biology My waking thought is “oh no, not again” Now you’ve turned me upside down And I’m dizzy all the time…