Oh the ***..er.. I'm sorry; I seemed to have made a gramatical error.

Oh dear; please excuse my post-traumatic
In-sense? No; my insensitivity.
It seems to have caught me in the head lights.
But no; wait; it seems I gave more than head lines;
I gave head...what?

Oh shit; please excuse my second-hand
Con-artist? No; my convinience.
It guess it has made me worth more than I seem.
But no; wait; it seems I did more than just see;
I blew it...What?

Honey; you're a surgical mask;
Keeping these toxins in;
And making them last.
Can't you understand?
I'm a virus.

Oh damn; please excuse my third-degree
In-trust? No; my introduction.
It supposedly created my legendary fame.
But no; wait; it seems I made you more than just shake;
I tasted it...what?

And I'll dangle your desires before you on a string;
There's no cure for this kind of disease.

Honey; you're a surgical mask;
Keeping these toxins in;
And making them last.
Can't you understand?
I'm a virus.

.Shit.