King Of The Lobby

King of the lobby

Pissing in his chair

stuck in his hobbies

with gray under gold hair

 

He postures in the lobby

he’ll wink and then just stare

I hear him when he calls me

if I turn then I’ll grow old there

 

My girl, my girl

Melted down

Melted her gold incisor for me

Still totes around her dropkick Corgi

After he died he died

he died

 

I hear some idiot he’s singing

of the flowers that he never sent around to her

I hear my voice in other rooms

and I keep praying while I’m waiting

To let it subside

No, I’ll be fine you’re right

 

ballroom in the parking garage

Communion in the bathroom stall

a singer with a voice like screws

In my temples

 

Make up

Break up

You’re wrong this time

You got a long way back to useless

right down the hall from lobby music

cheers to the bride

the groom and bride

 

I hear some idiot he’s singing

of the flowers that he never sent around to her

I hear my voice in other rooms

and I keep praying while I’m waiting

to let it subside

this time

 

You got nothing to give

You got nothing to give

He says

You got nothing to give

You got nothing to give