No ears no eyes

If I heard you I could tell you that’s a lie

I laid you down

Nobody needs to know that you wear a crown

It’s the gratitude that’s the same

It’s in the same poses that

You present yourself so lame

That’s all I ever wanted

But you know it isn’t you

It’s all you ever offer

But you know it isn’t you

You visit the shrink

My afternoon I trembled and didn’t blink

Nothing’s wrong, yes

Nobody needs to know that you are perfect in your rest

But you know it isn’t you

You’re spitting in my face

But you know it isn’t you

Teasing and caressing foreign appeal you’re oh so rude

You’ve done me in

But you know it isn’t you

Your mind sheets enthrall me

Enticing

Wrap us in the wash

A big bag of dirty laundry

Maybe once it soaks

I’ll step out

Of the calico foreground cloaks

If I don’t choke on your soap

But you know that isn’t you

You know all too well for how well I know you

I want you to kill me

But you know that isn’t you

It’d be too nice for you to do

You could be in my life

It’s something you’d do

You could leave me behind

It’s something you’d do

You would run off and forget about the laundry

When you could be in my space undoubtedly

It’s too late for that

You’re in fathoms for someone better

I mean that

You could be me in my space

You could be me in my mind

You could eat me up inside

So I can kill the time you spent

Dragging these heels to your offbeat grind...

Petty grind I’m behind the wheel to just think

Goddamn calico…

Softer cotton just shrinks...