You’re good for nothing
It helps you win
Your creature comforts
Won’t let you in
The cook’s not cooking
The fish won’t swim
And my blood is boiling
When I touch your skin
I fell
Where you fell
I fell
I’m through regretting
I’ve lost the touch
To win you over
It cost too much
It’s a blind regretting
Of all you know
You’re deep demented
You take us home
I fell
Where you fell
I fell
And in the markets
The cafe crowd
Have turned a deaf ear
A holy shroud
(Your mother scattered your name unknown)
(Your alabaster is overgrown)