Just Mum by Verlaines
A hint of insecurity An untouched insecurity A tragic hero's flaw and what it brings
And you know as you sleep How glad you would feel Not to feel anything... just sleep
Got too many things on my mind To talk of one at any one time And I cannot escape this strange disarray And I make my way to places Where there's no conversation
And you talk of vices, you think you're in the clear You don't know the costumes that they wear Mine's writing; yours is fighting your nature And you don't know the ins and outs of desire You don't know what makes a person tire Which vice will make them love and which will hate you
I see the chain and where it bites In all the things that might turn out At level best we'll just survive And the lame dog crawls away
The chained dog waits for light to break And the question to disobey Goes down in your boots and there it stays And there's blame on your side; blame on mine And there's too many things to talk of at any one time
And you talk of vices, you think you're in the clear You don't know the costumes that they wear Mine's writing; yours is fighting your nature And you don't know the ins and outs of desire You don't know what makes a person tire Which vice will make them love and which will hate you
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