When they told me emotions are dispensible
And confidence needs to be made permanent
And suddenly so much of distanced alertness
All this alertness
Makes me forget who I am
What am I expending my focus on?
A filthy, wasted bargain.
So they tell me love is an object
"Make an object out of love!"
And I try and peek in to see if it's my heart
Or my crotch they're talking about.