There she was, Graciously making forever less terrifying And you've got the nerve to intervene With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove And now you want a word.
Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip Quick to scurry back behind the night To avoid the silent fight and the struggle.
There I was Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream And it was on the cheek And you stamp your feet And moving from bored to appaled by these poigniant fumes that you must inflict.
And you washed all the wisdom out of your mouth's And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip Someone told me that stench was called advice Someone told me that stench was called advice.
Took a silent breath, to a little rip. I got a cameo brooch To cover that hideous stitch. Oh, that grim reaper, And we're all upset. I see the fear in your cheeks, And I still smell the lies on your breath. And your jokes don't bounce, And you've entered the early stages of bitterness
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