Life is bitter sweet, though always there for the most delicate moments
Through the short bursts of truth that will leave you cold on the bathroom floor
covered in shaving foam and your own blood
The spinning record that tells you to cut your hair and to give up on her
It doesn't have that B-side you wanted  
Yes, life is Bitter sweet
Said the cab driver on the way to hospital
A close call was not enough
To hide that family secret
But bandages hid it well enough
Velvet linens and a torn Hallmark card must have made the day
After a promise to be polite
a swallow of another aspirin and a bus ride home
try another dose of razorblades until there are no more feelings left

A small bit of contact
held on too long
Wince or write another angry song
'Cause after twice a lapse in trust
you'd have all been turned to cruft
After all, 'twas me did fall
................

Had you forgotten?

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Or was it me, seemed skinned the knee?
Now dead was the fly and buzz in the bee
Sigh of air and glimpse of hair
'Twas dusk till moonlight  brought me there
Heavy rain, tainted blame
Broken drain on the window pain
That same rain, did keep me tame
Keep me tame with ball and chain
That small bit of contact
Oh a challenge failed
To be ignored or to be inhaled

Geoffrey Saucer

Siegfried Bassoon

W.B. Yeast

Sylvia Bath Tub

Adrienne Ditch

James Joist

Samuel Bucket

Edgar Allan ***