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origianally performed by two people
person 1 : verses 1,3&4
person 2 : verses 2,5&6 |
I’m sick of being the pitiful punch line You’re no comedian, just being a fiend again Life isn’t just stand up and how I’m sick of being wound up But I’ve watched the light glint off the handle The time I have to wait still But late, we were late You give me a hug, not smug, more happy I was contentment; it wasn’t a sexual need, more greed For this unwritten creed called love It was chess I don’t always understand it but I want to You were my game, And it’s a shame, that mutual respect left and came It was like the tuning was always wrong, and id twist the handles Trying to perfect an ever-changing song A melody that could never match its harmony Let’s just blame the instrument. You’d happily complain about your predicament You’d come tell me just how persistent This damn girl was being I gave you advice but you just weren’t agreeing You’d make your excuses and leave her for me Ill pick up the pieces, we’ll go for coffee We bought matching shoes, now they’re my reminder You’d twist and you’d pull, her clockwork toy winder So set her a course, nice and controlled Trust me; I won’t let your secrets unfold But of course in the end, it did all spill out In her mind there festered this damp crawling doubt One too many missed dates or not returned calls And karma did its thing, down came April falls I think I know you too well to be comfortable with this I resist, but you choose this moment to reminisce. I remember standing there, a circus show, everyone performing, Smiling and posing, but all was not well Just that morning we fought in hell What was it for? Evil words that claim nothing more than a victory A Neanderthal-esque claimed prophecy Up there in the painting, I was bare But I feel so naked right now Somehow our fights and arguments Are now public property How clearly they can see that painting Our love-child born from heated conflicts and dirty remarks Because I’m a narcissist, but you’re the antagonist, a catalyst, In the end, face the blame There is no answer, no game It was inevitable, it would have happened all the same So pull back your accusatorial hand, and de-clench your fist I held out my palm in good nature But you’ve made your stand. For three years I waltzed and I tangoed with him The six – inch rule, wearing desperately thin It came to a head, made a mess, like he’d said So I bided my time and amused myself with him instead It was simple this game, but began to stagnate So I upped the tempo and made him translate What he felt from the words I wanted to hear And I didn’t stop til’ the truth became clear I loosened my grasp, for a moment but he was not caught, I had not the energy for an argument to be fought. We were getting there; we were just on the cusp But then you got drunk and gave into lust She used you, you know, but I s’pose you used her too It’s just me that’s left isn’t it, somewhat overdue That apology you gave, I guess it stood for a lot A rifle shot into a dark night, a lovers knot. You spun me some tale of woe and despair Once again you were the victim, blameless in the affair You had me thinking you were pressured, forced against your will While all the while you were fully aware, ready for the drill Supposedly it’s behind us, we’ve kissed and we’ve made up But the scar still lingers on like lipstick on a coffee cup. And I suppose were all meant to be friends again now We’re over the hurdles that youth did allow I still can’t help thinking That maybe we’re missing The point of the ark, the point in the flood Spilt milk isn’t like spilt blood It is worth the tears It’s not just about how it appears, To you in your mind, in your head People, they stay dead They don’t come back to apologize It’s not all going to be fine You can’t fix it this time. But yeah, wake up; get back to your art You’ll co-operate it’ll be fun But we need to impart Give it a month or two And whose brush strokes are whose? Which name tag goes where? Whose feet in whose shoes? The wire through your lips is starting to strain Perhaps holding your tongue was all just in vain All those words still in your mouth All those thoughts left in your mind Let’s be honest for once, What more can you hide? Okay now its time to contrast and compare I’ve got a feeling we’re in for an extensive repair Sometimes I find it hard to look at you straight, You’ve mutated so much its hard to relate Any more to those dreams which we once shared They’re back in the days of diaries and braided hair I suppose it’s up for discussion, an open debate What’s left to inflate, desecrate, re criminate But we’ve fought so many times, it’s a temporary state This drawn-out combustion, this oxidisation Petition for adoption, no incentives, no options I think it maybe time for us to finally part our ways No longer can we linger in the shadow of ‘the good old days’. |