elijah has brains and long legs and wears jeans at his hip
and nary a girl in the world has been missed by his grip
and his knowledge of poets and punks is debatably thin
the thing i like most about him is what i see on the surface
we are bound by a love that's an isthmus
he lay in psychosis one bright sunny day
and even in sleep i cannot make myself walk away
i said something i couldn't retract
he spent most of his time in the sack
i know we won't make it to christmas
we are bound by a love that's an isthmus
elijah once told me in private that he'd like a break
although he revealed through his actions that he was a fake
then in public i told him that he's too dependent
and now to this day i maintain that i am unrepentant
all he can see through the tunnel is none of his business
we are bound by a love that's an isthmus