Gas Dance

There she was,

Graciously making forever less terrifying

And you've got the nerve to intervene

With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove

And now you want a word.

Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth

And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip

Quick to scurry back behind the night

To avoid the silent fight and the struggle.

There I was

Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream

And it was on the cheek

And you stamp your feet

And moving from bored to appaled by these poigniant fumes

that you must inflict.

And you washed all the wisdom out of your mouth's

And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip

Someone told me that stench was called advice

Someone told me that stench was called advice.

Took a silent breath, to a little rip.

I got a cameo brooch

To cover that hideous stitch.

Oh, that grim reaper,

And we're all upset.

I see the fear in your cheeks,

And I still smell the lies on your breath.

And your jokes don't bounce,

And you've entered the early stages of bitterness

She washed all the wisdom out of your mouth

And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip

Quick to scurry back behind the night

To avoid the silent fight and the struggle.