H-here I am again

Here I am sitting in the waiting room

Waiting for an appointment

That I had booked six months ago

I'm feeling very low

Yes, I was shitting bricks

At the prospect of existence without you

And so I gave it one more go

But my story didn't stick

Then suddenly it clicked

Some allergies, you tolerate

And some habits, you just have to kick

I, I saw you on your back

Amongst the peanut shells

That were scattered on the floor of the big top

Right next to the overwhelming sense

Of impending doom, but no one even asked

Or mentioned anything to me about the

Elephant in the room, when suddenly it clicked

Some allergies, you tolerate

And some habits, you will

You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed

You gotta get it seen to, so see to it

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

You gotta b-bite the bullet and get it fixed

Get it seen to, so see to it

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

That the story sticks, that the story sticks, ah

You always said that you'd met and fell in love at the circus

And that's why you loved animals so much

So much so that you'd bought a big dog with little ears

And called it Dumbo

Which was a joke that got less and less funny every time

Obviously you brought the dog along that night

When you showed up otherwise alone to my dinner party

Having already rang ahead to ensure that all of my dishes

Had been prepared in a completely nut-free environment

Now quipping that it was for the sake of your ‘imaginary' husband

'Cause several years on from the wedding

That none of us were invited to

We still hadn't met him, even though you always said he was coming

Before suddenly he couldn't make it because he went away a lot with work

But mainly because he didn't really exist

And you broke down in tears in my kitchen

Certain he was seeing somebody else

How reckless we'd all been to tolerate your fabricated reality

But until then, I didn't have the guts

To put an end to the ever-maddening scenes

So with a solemn nod and totemic silence

I walked over to the cupboard where I kept the snacks

Took a pinch of dry roasted dust from the loose-pegged bag

Sprinkled it into the upturned palms of your trembling hands and said

"If you just rub some of this round the rim of his can

Then no one will know, but we'll all understand"

It takes real guts to fake being nuts

And it takes real nuts to break fake guts

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You gotta b-bite the bullet and get it fixed

You gotta get it seen to, so see to it

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

You gotta b-bite the bullet and get it fixed

Get it seen to, so see to it

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

That the story sticks, that the story sticks

'Cause stories that don't stick

Mean someone's bound to twig

Your alibis cooperate or they will be

Fed to all the pigs