If he was in her life as she needed him to be
he was there and it felt usually great to see
Never did she feel bad unless she knew it was
Never meant to be so lass kept that thought
Away from thee.

Lass tasted the salt when she kissed of his tears
Remembering the way he drizzled passion
And fears from trembling lips did the truth
Fall so far that even his love would not help
Him get far.

Because he was infectious, infectious he was
Interviewing disaster when he chose the road
Of adultery, lying, bashing in deep sin woe is
He who could not break free from the misery
Divided in this infectious reverie.

He tasted the salt and the bitter aroma when at
Last he gave in to the mavens achievement diploma
That alters his life, divides him from his wife and
Never allows him to sleep with both eyes closed.
Because he was infectious, infectious he was