You Are Not Me, and You Don't Have My Consent

I am someone you can count on in my own strange way. I am someone you can count on to be here every day. Whether you want me or not is another matter. Whether you want me really to be here is another matter altogether. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here, I’m always here and I’ll continue to be here until my time is up. I know you want me to be gone, that much is clear, you made it clear.

Why would I want you? Give me one reason why I would. Give me one reason why I should. As far as I can tell, you came up through the gates of hell. And if I’ve got this right, you are nothing more than a parasite. To tell you the truth, I’m tired of giving you my time. I think we’ve reached the end of the line, you and I.

Yeah, you went there, and brought in a new sound. What made you think it belonged? You brought in a new sound, what makes you think this belongs? Well everything isn’t under perfect control.

That much is obvious.

I want you to leave me alone, or is that much obvious too?

You can count on me to hang around. Because I won’t go, not on my own, until you kick me out. I don’t care what you say, I don’t care what you do. You think you can hurt me with words? You have understood so little, you fool! You think you can hurt me at all? I don’t feel a thing. You think you’re gonna get something done, isn’t that charming! You think you can get anything done, well isn’t this charming!

This is some kind of standstill. Am I wasting my time with you? God, intervene please. God, intervene. So I’m carrying darkness like a deadly bees’ nest, humming inside me, and it feels like I can’t get free of it. And it’s made with my own mind, it’s made in my own mind, and there is a dark hive of tunnels and channels. How does it get to me, and what is its hold on me? What is its point of entry?

You can count on me to hang around as long as I am a part of your sound.

I give you space, haunted one. I give you space, and I look at your face. I try to understand what led to this.

But you are not me, and you don’t have my consent,