Cockle Shell

I'm sleepless with my self inflicted hell

I'm supposed to love you, mind, body and soul

I've gotten caught up on another and another

I've gotten caught up on the demons

And I know them all to well

I'm opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell

I've likely punched myself below the belt

I've gotten caught up on another and another

All pretty maids in a row

Without a silver bell

I'm quite contrary, Mary

You won't share me

You're much too easy, girl

I'm an airhead, Mildred

You won't spare me

Guillotine me if you will

You won't share me

Much too easy

You won't spare me

Much rather kill me

Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands