EMPTY ORCHESTRA
Love, is just
a karaoke.
You think you know
the words
(until you sing along)
and find you only know
half a chorus or maybe a word or two
and you...try to bluff your way through.
Not too sure
how it goes
you sing high when
it sings lows
(and vice versa)
and at half ****** past
13 o’ clock
when they’re trying
to shut
the ****** thing
down
you stand there
(defiantly alone)
with a gin and bitter lemon in the one hand
and a burnt out *** in the other
(running mascara
making you look more
panda-like
than a living doll)
and croak
harshly hoarsely
out of tune
&
out of time
I WILL SURVIVE
...& crying.
Crying.
It’s alright, darlin’
We’ve
all been there
...sometime.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
EMPTY ORCHESTRA
Love, is just
a karaoke.
You think you know
the words
(until you sing along)
and find you only know
half a chorus or maybe a word or two
and you...try to bluff your way through.
Not too sure
how it goes
you sing high when
it sings lows
(and vice versa)
and at half ****** past
13 o’ clock
when they’re trying
to shut
the ****** thing
down
you stand there
(defiantly alone)
with a gin and bitter lemon in the one hand
and a burnt out *** in the other
(running mascara
making you look more
panda-like
than a living doll)
and croak
harshly hoarsely
out of tune
&
out of time
I WILL SURVIVE
...& crying.
Crying.
It’s alright, darlin’
We’ve
all been there
...sometime.
