My Idea

Well I see that we're coming to the end of the affair

There's one final favor to ask of you my dear

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?

And tell our friends that it was my idea

I can't adjust to the life of endless afternoon

Which one of us lives in this room

I'll take the bus to the clinic every Thursday

But the experts won't know what the fuck to do

So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs

Will you sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear?

Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?