Miserabilia

Go Breathe Easy Your hands will remain empty When you have stopped clutching at straws Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores No one matters (no one matters) No one cares He whispered, "Oh my God this really is a joy to behold" Thought he said, "It's joy to be held" So I held him too close It was a grave mistake He never came back again I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserabilia for one, for all I've spent too much time on my knees Next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants Sobbing into my worn, pale palms For a better understanding of my dietary requirements I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs '96, '98, 2000, 2002, 2004 Oh my God, will it end? Oh my God, oh my God We got nostalgic, ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit Collected scabs in lockets Hung them 'round our necks like nooses None of it mattered (none of it matters) Nobody cared I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserabilia for one, for all I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex No dignity, I can only guess That she thinks about it when she touches herself Shout at the world, because the world doesn't love you Lower yourself, because you know that you'll have to