Bakelite

Blood is wrong But always on the corner of the tabletop A bag of bones that sits and smokes And laughs at all your stupid jokes It's such a fuss to fall for love Not fall in love To fall A drug So smug at first Then learns the thirst Gets worse and worse And all your new found Hope is gone But all along It always was The same old song And dance for now You dance so proud You sing so loud You break apart A work of I hate myself so full of shits A giggle fit For wasting time And passing by I settle down Into a frown So many years Of wearing down And out of this It's ludicrous to amputate A simple wish because it sits Just right outside appropriate And your Hope is gone But all along It always was The same old song And dance for now You dance so proud You sing so loud You break apart A work of art [x2]