when it rains it pours

I'd rather heave a brick then say I love you, though I do.

I'd rather crawl in a hole than call you darling,though you are.

I'd rather wrench off an arm then hug you, though it's what I long to do.

I'd rather gather a posy of poison ivy then ask you if you love me.

So if my hair doesn't stand on end, its because I never tease it.

If my heart isn't in my mouth, it's because it knows it's place.

And if I don't take a bite out of your ear , it's because gristle gripes my guts.

Just look what youre tearing apart.

And if you miss the message, better get new glasses and read it twice.