Soli II

Going back to a place I swore I'd never set foot in again the last time I left Feels positively herculean now to resist at all Join all the skeletons who play their bones like they were xylophones Like Madonna on that tightrope at that Super Bowl halftime show Something once so robust is now a husk of what it once was Clinging joylessly for all to see Ratty towels and steam and tile grout black and mouldy Swapping old regrets for new regrets Oh, ain't it funny, willy-nilly hanky panky But nobody's really having any fun Imagining how I'd explain myself If I slipped on thе wet floor here and crackеd my head open