Shouldn\'t allow myself to write poems about it
Because writing poems means the lilac thoughts commit
But I\'ve been eerily haunted by the ghost of cupid
He threatens me with arrows and taunts me to admit
What\'s the use of boarding a sacred, doomed-to-sink ship?
Can\'t pretend not to recall last fall and its death grip
So as a rule against cherubic letters and heartbreak
Go back to Loch Ness
Sink beneath cold waters
Blind out the lights and voices
Don\'t talk to strangers or you might fall in love