She starts talking about the thing.

And I know…

we’re in pomegranate territory.

Pomegranate

That’s the lifeline, babe, that’s my sign

Pomegranate

One word keeps me on my side of the line

Pomegranate

It’s a soft little no in a pretty disguise

When you’re smiling about leeches

With that look in your eyes

She wants pet leeches

To live off me

Says you can shine a light through ‘em

And watch their little chambers gleam

I don’t know what that means

But I nod like “sure”

Thinking, wow, this is love

And also… maybe we need a door

Pomegranate

It’s the safe word for my brain

Pomegranate

‘Cause I love you, but you’re insane

Pomegranate

Because, babe, you're ever so slightly deranged

Your mind is beautiful

But keep your leeches in their little cage

(Babe, they live in a tank... Not a cage.)

"Oh... Well just... Keep em in there."

You say “it’s neat, like a lava lamp, but alive”

And I’m over here picturing my slow demise

It’s not that I doubt your sweet intentions, dear

It’s just… I like my blood...

Over here -

"You know .. with me."

Our love’s elastic, baby, not fragile glass

But some ideas still need a polite pass

And if the fruit comes out in the middle of the night

That’s not rejection - that’s self-preservation in bite-sized light

Pome-ome-granate

It’s the fruit that keeps us fine

Pome-ome-granate

Not a stop sign, just a line

Pomegranate

Yeah, we’ll still be us in the end

Even if your hobbies

Make me call my next of kin

Pomegranate

It’s the safe word for my brain

Pomegranate

‘Cause I love you, but you’re insane

Pomegranate

Because, babe, you're ever so slightly deranged

Thanks for minding my boundaries, babe

"But seriously -

I can't talk about the leeches anymore,

You're triggering my fight or flight...

Pomegranate."