nobody can help
but everybody understands.

today i wrote a masterpiece
but for a status update on Facebook.

i was hopeful
but you made me lose hope
i hope
you know that.
hopefully,
you do
'cause i can't tell you.

it's hard being full-time in love
with a part-time lover

you're howling at the other girls
in the bright moonlight
hunting them down
******* their carcasses.

then returning
kissing me goodnight
being ever so still.

I'm over you
but you keep appearing
under me

we're in the trenches
arguing
fighting
spiteful stares
all the capitulations in the world
couldn't save us.

you're home late
i got a taste of you
just a flavour
you were drinking
and smoking
but that kiss
tasted of a lot more.

being aloof
is perfection
but cashmere makes
perfection better
gucci makes
everything better.

come play dead
you do it so well
doesn't it feel good
to drive a bus?
to stand behind the till?
to stand in the queue?
people need to go to places
buy their groceries
and you need
your fast food meal
come play dead
you do it so well.

it's a theatre
be sure to get there early
to get the front seats
who wanna watch
from the back rows?
come play dead
you do it so well