mmhmm, I know this is very obvious, but I also know he won't see this :)

You are the reason that Hungary makes no sense to me,
Sixty-thousand, thirty thousand dead
in my eyes
and I wouldn't even notice.
You. Shall. Erase. Him.
Of that I am certain, I just wish you'd hurry up
and initiate,
Un-block the barricade Mister, please,
I've been a prisoner of war for far too long and
my blood is cruising black on black
down my bruises.
My long suffering battle scars I've been proud of for too many, too 
many years.
Now I'm ashamed.
Countless power struggles have ruined me
and I wish
I had the strength to start just one more.

You are the reason that Kazakhstan is in my vocabulary,
Education?
Intoxication. Predation.
Place names all seem rather meaningless
If they don't remind me of you
And my intentions that encircle my notes
On what it is that I should do,
As I'm underlining etiquette
And wishing you would notice me just once more.

You are the reason that I do not know where Cuba is,
You are the reason that I do not care where China is.
You are the reason that I can see the point to inhalation
Once more,
And not feel like I'm dragging out gases that would much rather be
Out in the open
Than in a future death home, rest home,
You feel like home
And the more you look at me, the more I look back,
Just. Once. More.