Does She Know? And Why Should I Give A Damn?

Lying in a manner both cunning and passive
With a tail tucked between two gangrene limbs
Asking yourself if the needle poked to see how far it could reach
Or whether the antidote was truly necessary in curing a sickness so calm
Serenely dancing in the vains of a pathological cynic
And the white blood cells faint at the thought of her swooning in
To turn this corps into a quarantine
With such palatable decisiveness why wouldn't they?

She's a star on broadway alley
Yet every other show is a thumbs down for me
Digging them into my soft soiled skull
Planting these obnoxious seedlings
Only quelled with a good intoxicant
So let me ask you this;
I'm split in my affection for her
Because she keeps me grounded
But she robs me of flight
I don't know which is better
Do you?

Yeah, I hate it when my brain is picked
Especially on these types of questions
But my brain is so scattered
I could use some help to reasemble it