I was a lover,
Before this war
Held up in a luxury suite
Behind a barricaded door
Now that I've cleaned up
Gone legit
I can see clearly
Round hole, round whole
Square peg don't fit
I'm locked in my bedroom
So send back the clowns
My clone wears a brown shirt
and I seduce him when there's no one around
Mano y mano, on a bed of nails
bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don't make eye contact
when we have run-in's in town
Just a barely polite nod
And nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class
Plastic, inert
In a slowdance with commerce
Like a lens up a skirt
And we liked to party
And we kept it live
And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
To keep a handle on all this jive
Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time
How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
And it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine
But we're sleepwalking through this trial
And it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really a crime
It's really criminal
We're just busy tempting
Like fate's on the nod
Running on empty
Bourbon and god
It's been a while since we knew the way
And it's been even longer
Since our plastic priest class
Had a goddamned thing to say
I was a lover before this war
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