I start before you pick up. I'm asking for permission To record some songs about us. To recall some things that happened You offered a helpful context, "it didn't take place on an island" I say, "you need to separate the ill from the illness" You tell me, "It's not so simple. Depression is part and parcel" And you're sick to death of cures for you as a person I say, "That's probably truth, but I could've used some clues Long before I got invested." You reply, "I telegraphed it." "Daily tears since I met you, and that's no romantic gesture True mess, that's my nature. And I guess that's what thrilled you You wanted it until it bit you. Then you ran like it chased you." I say, "I have a nature too." And you end with, "yes, I know." Sickness excites. Until it's close enough to bite There's distinct appeal. Until you're beneath its wheels A true attraction. Until what comes after