You thrive on dancing in our laps
Before the more familiar chaps
Who know the curtain leads to feverever
We watched the womaniser cry
And in the last sip you and I
Declared we might require a breather
I am the truth's true truant
I can feign excitement
Fluently as solid as I can busk shock
With well presented merriment
And I know all too well
I shouldn't break the key off in the lock
And the tumble splits the fray
Revealing silk and fit
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
The days drag their heels
When you're not there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst like a sachet of brats
The old pantomime villian follows my coat
And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slats
And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop
The cowels hide and wait to rot away
The identities of the willing
So I'm back to sugar in the night
Rocketing shutter doors despite
The shop not opening for hours
You can itch, flap and whistle
And try to avoid the top
As I scribbled over dribble
You were snoring, showing off
The tumble splits the frays
Revealing silk and fit
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
