So now she is 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 Before losing us to absurdity Without becoming far too cautious and How can we continue if you're telling the truth and I still don't believe you
So now she is getting tired Wondering if it's a peak or precipice And just how to labor forward When her man is a mess and never there Though it's sad we've no populace Much worse to gather in silence Because more than just civility We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything
Our love is senile Like a blind child bumping into walls Say it's not guilt keeping us together How can we support each others' wills? Our love is senile Like we don't recognize each other Somehow we relapsed to being strangers We're scaling black tiles in our sacred realm
Now it's time to play the socialist And protect my little chick from our problems and confusion This evasiveness is no solution