“Where have you been my darling?
I put our order in.
You better pick up the check for this one
That's just the mood I'm in.”
Who’d have thought this would be my end?
Who’d have thought this would be my end
I suppose I owe you a thanks
for how long you let me live.
There were times I wasn't ready for you
but now I think I am.
Oh right, that’s your thing
you just let it progress.
“Funny you’d mention our eternal friendship
I've been anticipating our meeting.
Honey I know, I look grim, but
we’ll have a ball!
All sin, no repentance
You can take up some quarters with me!
And don't fret
Cuz God knows”
He hit me with the rulebook
He hit me with the questionnaire
He said “you look like a fool
but you're sure to fit in down there.
You could write our theme song!
You could call it Some New Hell!”
Now this it demands I take a long hard look at my attempts and my plans. Faint sounds we have made and shared amongst friends: was anything really happening?
So I scrawled on the wall “no hooks no cliches”, I put on a red suit, I sauntered out to the stage to sing a song or two about what I'm going through.
It was a song of death
It was an ode to the blues
It was a feeling I had
It don't concern you
I hear applause in my ears
from every sinner in fear.
We get along now just fine.
They all remember Earth and
How It All Is.
How it can swallow you whole
and then expect you to just dig that bliss.
And then they hit you with a construct
like constant state of disrepair.
They say that “you can have a roof, four kids, a table, or a chair”
No matter what you do, man, you're gonna have to live with yourself.
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