Strangling On A Sigh

In the human commerce of forbidden addiction, Love has fangs and horns to tear: If you love in error, fear will bite you Chase you for miles, to it's heartsick pounding And disdaining, hurl you to the ground For I'm half-strangling on your sighs But you don't notice I'm around Human beings are the cynical predator That wraps you tightly in miles of rules: There is no bill of rights for lovers, No wailing wall to advertise our need There has never been a school For I'm half-strangling on your sighs But you don't notice I'm around We'd rather live out life in isolation Instead of dry-humping with other's minds And we keep a tight rein on our emotion- That sloppy drunk found pissing anywhere So the truth never quite gets found For I'm half-strangling on your sighs But you don't notice I'm around.