No More Tangles

Stockholm is a place that I adore

But the syndrome by that name is one that I abhor

Patty Hearst cannot compete with me

I bet she thinks she can

I'll prove her wrong at tea for free

Words don't mean anything to you

Emotions turn right in to lies like black turns in to blue

Because the fear has made you blind

You don't know anything

And you thought that I was being kind

No more tangles

No more tears

No more reindeer games with narcissistic queers

Or any other such type of human being

This is a metaphor for fear

Answers to questions you've been asking me for years

What of our drink and fatigue

I've got a lot of that

Just tell me how much do you need

You spend your days tied up in knots

You know how to tie them in your flesh and in your thoughts

Even without reading Moby Dick

Tell me how does one learn that at your age so that it sticks

No more tangles

No more tears

No more reindeer games with narcissistic queers

Or any other such type of human being

No more angles, no more dumbing it down

Gee your hair smells perfect but I cannot stand to have you around

Not now

Or any other time