I approve of the way you smatter with applause
To give false light to my aching cause
Your sovereign lies might get the pierrots on track
But I’m simply afraid all it does is make my heart crack
I like the way you think I don’t watch over
When you pick up choices on a four-leaf clover
Luck? Decision? What it is you pursue badly?
Darling, ever think of joining proper reality?
I quite fancy it when you fall over your face
To apologise for being such a frowsy disgrace
Like I’d care about you enough to accept it
Harsh? Not as harsh as the rock that caused your miserable shit
I do find it amusing when you cannot even cry
Because of the thick wool pulled over your sad eyes
I should be thankful that there’s a big bad wolf
Gnawing on wool enough just to see the truth
In fact, I love every single foolish thing that you do
The way you trip and worm your way around with iron shoes
But you know, there’s only one thing I surely loathe
And it’s the fact that I’m stupid enough to keep clawing at my own throat.