so, i'm going to go now
i'll take my toys away
burnt plastic like a bleeding spoon
that soon forgets the day

oh, i know you don't quite love me
'cause then you'd have to stay
the drama of the evening
even quicker joins the play

and the days hang lost
like a silent mourning
and the rain's so pretty
but still it's pouring

hell's not the place you go when you die
it's a spiral of fire burnt into your eye

and so i'll simply walk away
there's nothing left to drown
you gave away your thought parade
for such a pretty down

you shave your legs and mime the part
i didn't hear a sound

love is just the broken bin
of lost then never found

and he's looking so damn good for you
his tie around his neck
choking him until he cries
but who am i to bet?

it's all chance or just recompense
the day has been already spent
who ever knew that freedom
had to pay much more a cost than that?

You still have that gift with words pp..