whoopsy daisy

I know where love can be found:
Deep in a hole in the ground,
Cuz I loved you, I loved you…
To death…

I didn’t know that my hands were like sandpaper,
That your body bled with every sweet caress.
I didn’t know that you were allergic to glitter,
Or I wouldn’t have worn it all down my neck.

Learning to love
Is hard,
I think.
You know,
There can be mistakes.

I didn’t know that there was no space between my kisses,
Not enough for you to breathe in.
I didn’t know that your kicking legs were fighting for life,
That those were not paroxysms of love.

Oh, it hurts me so to love you, baby -
But, it seems, not as much as it hurt you.

“I’m new at this, I’m new at this,” I said.
You told me that you promised I’d be fine.
But instinct isn’t known down to the minutae,
And my love accidentally sent your life away.

Oh, it hurts me so to love you, baby -
But, it seems, not as much as I hurt you.

If you had talked and told me
Just what I was doing to you,
I would have stopped.
Or - at least - loved you harder whilst I could!