got to get my life together; Seeing, meet Believing
blame the cat’s emphatic claws for reasons that I’m bleeding
she’s as soft and sweet as grandma’s homemade apple pies are
’til the cat scratch fever’s got me begging help from Pfizer
wouldn’t choose to be apart, as I don’t want to hurt her
she’ll be first, before me, still, ‘less I succumb to murder

could’ve had a ball if I’d have once tried to surprise Her
wishful thinking one-oh-one here — long past compromise, or…?