I hate oxytocin so much right now.

More so, I am annoyed at myself for focusing my attentions on the wrong ones last evening.

So strange, the things that make me run away.
Then, I start to think,
Oh God, you are far too much like me,
and far too sweet.
I can hear in the way
You confuse my breasts for my heart Someone must have hurt yours.
Either part.
Maybe both are a bit beaten up,
Beat a bit louder,
Maybe it was too lovely so I wandered off.

Pay your dime, buy your ticket
Offer cocktails and compliments.
Watch me perform my greatest trick,
My world famous disappearing act.