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Confession 149 The incidents of 12th July I’ve played them over in my mind I wake screaming in my cell each night Swear to God it weren’t my fault I been schizo since the day Luella threw Her engagement rings in the water And issued her restraining orders Do you need it? Do you want it? Now you got it What you waiting for? Oh no don’t tell me I got the wrong idea I built an image you can’t live up to I think I’m falling in love with what I fear I’m just in love with the fiction of you In the Chrysanthemum hotel I wrote her name on every page Of the Holy Bible and the Psalms But I didn’t learn a fucking thing So I took a drop of Methadone And took a taxi to our home I split the blood of our firstborn And painted him across your door Oh no don’t tell me I got the wrong idea I built an image you can’t live up to I think I’m falling in love with what I fear I’m just in love with the fiction of you Oh no don’t tell me I got the wrong idea I built an image you can’t live up to I think I’ve fallen in love with what I fear Helsinki syndrome, it creeps up on you