Anyone Know Where This Came From?

[INTerloPer]

Where do I know this from? Somehow I have a feeling its not my own creative output, but rather something I picked up along the way. Maybe song lyrics? A quote from a book? AHHHHH!



I leave the patio door open and moths fly in

I eat peanut butter from the jar, and always use the same knife

When we fuck, I'm thinking about my laundry or the next time I have the day off

Your cooking makes me crazy, but mine's worse

I hate the way I like you

but love the way I hate you

I'm the fucked up guy that everyone loves

sometimes not for long

I think about your friends naked while we talk

and I'm not just sucking on this cigarette baby

I'm the guy who's been around

but I fake it real well

I'm a whore in Sunday best

and some sort of serious clown

I wish I meant the world to you

but I'm glad I don't

[tragula]

I hate that feeling! It's impossible to remember every source we are exposed to.
Our N side dips into the collective unconscious and nicks things half the time. The other half of the time you live in fear of having swiped it from somewhere unknowingly, or just with a strange sense of deja vu that you've seen it before. Even when you haven't.

I can't help you, I can only sympathize. But then you are INTP so you are not interested in Sympathy. Over and out.

[INTerloPer]

Sympathy I can do without. An anonymous sense of brotherhood, on the other hand, is welcome.
I'm greatly influenced in my writings by whatever I am being exposed to at the time - what colour is the fine line between homage and theft?