Letra
when we met in the kitchen it was like kissing a statue
then I knew that I could be a lesser Pygmalion
although the dream was sad it was nice to see you again
in the way before we were close enough to be enemies, my friend
murdered like a prop
murdered like a prop again
it is so circuitous and there is no literal terminal station
i know that he exists because i saw the christmas gong that he gave you
hung adult burnt white from youthful internecine larks
i pulled the burrs from your fur coat so happy i could die
you knowing that it's just a game takes all of the fun away
oh the gamelan blows, did you go without saying goodbye?
murdered like a prop
murdered like a prop again
the tyranny of no ideas, wallflower in venn diagram palsy
glass eyed miscarriage and the stench of May queens in February effluvia
Written by: Kevin Barnes
