The Tenure Itch

His indiscretions, oh you don't mind

He says your thoughts need form but your form's not hard to find

These late night sessions, he's master still

Just one more lesson leaves you twisting to his will

Every night he comes and goes again

Every night he comes and goes again

Every night he comes and goes again

If it isn't right, it isn't him

He makes corrections, you shut the blinds

You're talking less and less but the words aren't hard to find

His last suggestion, it makes you ill

Still one more lesson leaves you twisting to his will

Every night he comes and goes again

Every night he comes and goes again

Every night he comes and goes again

If it isn't right, it isn't him