Grateful for the way you loosened my tongue unlocked the longing let nature, unfettered, spill forth
For the keys to the dance floor, the illusion of manhood - the sing-songs, punch-ups, lock-ups and lovers
But that part played, what's left is loveless. You weigh on my mind, you get in the way, you pin my arms and force your way in
My boys are watching. You'd have them think this was normal, natural - you're waiting with your glistening invitation to take them down this perilous path
Wasted days wasted they watch. I wish myself washed of this witchcraft.
I'll raise a glass in this hall of mirrors then set it down untasted. We'll always have the past, I suppose. Now please, just let me be.