Congratulations Sex
No more congratulations sex
Any aging mascot would place that bet
Aged love sleeps heavily
I've grown unaware of your beauty
Though nothing about you has changed
It is me who is deranged
I hated not knowing what I knew
I'm not dead in the tomb, just lifeless enough to stay
Tired of tragedies being trumped
Tired of romance being sung
Tired of the past being hung like a cinder block around my neck
Covering my heart up
No more congratulations sex
I don't believe that you're reading Finnegan's Wake
Every apology that you make you expect me to reciprocate
Step into the sinking sandpit, start to feel the dull panic
They are patient sadistic onlookers
You are the crashing plane of figure skaters