Poke at my iris,
why can´t I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don´t.
We adopt brand new language,
communicate through pursed lips,
And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces.
I might never catch a mouse
and present it in my mouth,
To make you feel you´re with someone who deserves to be with you.
But there´s one thing we´ve got going
and it´s the only thing worth knowing,
It´s got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon.
Why won´t our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
And we can mourn its passing
and then bury it in snow.
Or should we kick its cunt in
and watch as it dies from bleeding?
If you don´t want to be with me just say and I will go.

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Well we can change our partners
this is a progressive dance but
Remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor.
Well this has been a reel
I´ve got shin-splints and a stitch from we,
But like a drunken night it´s the best bits that are coloured in.
You should look through some old photos,
I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now they´d need to be told,
That we had ever clung and tied
a navy knot with arms at night.
I´d say she was his sister but she doesn´t have his nose.
And now we´re unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated,
But I hate when I feel like this
and I never hated you.

Oooh