Do a little dance around the table
Tell a little tale about despair
Keep in mind you never had a weakness
Or at least one you never had to share
This is not a story or a fable
Not even substance for a stare
A desperate cry for hope and reason
These feelings catch you unaware
When they've collected all your tragic endings
And they feel the every move you make
You look behind to see the traces
Of your latest mistake
Between the late and early morning
You pull the cover from the chair
And you take the pieces from the package
And you place them somewhere over there
When they've collected all your tragic endings
And they feel the every move you make
You look behind to see the traces
Of your latest mistake
Am I your living proof of purchase
With sorry notes we do compare
The prickly pear the shitty season
The overwhelming sense of fair play
When they've collected all your tragic endings
And they feel the every move you make
You look behind to see the traces
Of your latest mistake
