Too slow

Some hurts are amputations, and never grow back. Even if the limbs were lies, true before and morphed into malignancey with the passage of time and choice, it is necessary pain.

And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem
And changing your image and attitudes
Won't bring him back into your bedroom

Amputating as he's waiting
He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible

Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much
'cause you're aiming to please way off target
And I'll tell you what you must already know
Of amputating that too slow

Ok, I'm a nut.