There was a time when my mind was high
and I walked within thoughts that I
gathered close to me but You don’t care
about that do you?

I had to dance upon a sticky floor
while watching who walked through the door
and bare myself as the unholy *****
all the while caring for nothing but
asking for what you might do

As if you worried about what I bared
or offered your help like I cared
You watched me with your jaundiced eye
and ignored the tears I cried
Pretending it was just the glitter as you breathed
“Hallelujah”

Like so many nights that had gone before
as I lay down upon the ***** floor
you watched me as I broke myself
like all the other nights that you knew me

Escorted to you for a private dance
your wandering hands lacked romance
the ineffectual touch of eternity
and lack of tip eventually set me free