Its almost a shock, this lint I keep dusting off, am I here?

Am I being covered up?

And after being ripped out from what little wall space I had found

Small charm I was for her?

I suppose I had to wear off

See our errands slide through traffic crawl

There hers more than mine if they were ever mine at all

But theres nothing I wouldn't do

No trouble ever too much

I'm as happy as a slave, as I can be in a bed apart

Thats why I am here, understand?

Hold me, disenchanted as I am

What loyalty won't give me

I'm going to take whatever there is in hell I can

Moralise, by all means philosophis

But if in turning out to be a lengthy term with her

Why say anything at all to her?

A small indiscretion?

Is it a break in concentration?

I guess theres no nice way to need to say that it ever happened

I can be in this bed apart, was never here understand?

Hold me, bastard that I am

What loyalty had got me;

I'm going to get whatever there was in heaven she stopped giving me

Look where loyalty has got me

Why should any pretence of a kind be worth keeping?