Your burst was clear as a bell
We're perpetually quarreling among ourselves
To feel straightened out, yet so violently compelled
I am afraid that you are not only blind, sick
Attempt to hide things which cannot be hid
Though you've starved from your amends
All your mother's money blisteringly spent
Leave those dancing rings to spite the dawn
Such a blunder of fits, upon the gray cement
Its glamorized that you're an awoken slattern
Ridiculed the idea of me ever being able to help you
Without needs of a tavern
There is no believing a liar
I don't see whats behind the shower curtain
Now carried on our back, a double burden