Like Ashoka's Inferno of Memory

Music started, I woke, I can't laugh at myself If I get joke, somebody's paying attention And I'm cooking well without a concrete oof He ran you without a single intelligent word Sometimes you get the punch that somebody else deserved But a man must tack his conquest, keep his spirits high And I... And I held you [?] I just rolled my eyes, went back to my book I realize then if I could know something alive in you Something I could love, I think must I be dead I ask if I could come visit her in her living grave The place where she and her circumstantial husband stay To whisk her away, or at least shake things out But who am I to break up an unhappy home? And you said you wanted to murder your rabbit heart