I'm left alone, yet again
thinking that I'm terribly witty
musing on Kafka and boys who're too pretty
Pondering death and stormy green eyes
trying to decipher the truth from the lies

Kissing the roses and burning the napkins
willing the insects to cry
shouting at seniors and sulking at ducks
persuading the pigs to fly.

The sunshine looks sallow
on the window
I think that it's scared of the tile
The crocodiles have followed me into the backyard
we're all straying away from denial.

Kissing the roses and burning the napkins
willing the insects to cry
shouting at seniors and sulking at ducks
persuading the pigs to fly.

Everything's moving a milisecond too fast
at minus six Kelvins to scale
The dryness of the pansies in heaven
is causing the carnations to fail.

Kissing the roses and burning the napkins
willing the insects to cry
shouting at seniors and sulking at ducks
persuading the pigs to fly.