So now she's turning a corner
Wants to leave me again
Though it's sad I really should warn her
You can only break up so many times
But losing us took sanity
Without becoming forced to call she said
How can we continue? If you're telling her the truth
They sill don't believe you
So now she's getting tired
Wondering if it's a peak or precedes
And just how to labor forward
When her man is a mess, and never there
Going sadly in the park
But it's much worse together in silence
Because all that, just a villainy
We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything
Our love is senile
Unlike a blind child bumping into walls
Say it's not guilt keeping us together
How can we support each other's wills
Our love is senile
Like we don't recognize each other
Somehow we relax to being strangers
The scuttling of tiles in our sacred realm
Now it's time to pay the socialists
And pretend out little chick from afar
And confusion, it's evasive
Mess is no solution
