Goldfish and Paracetamol

A dead loss, no songs

No fun just glum

Lying next to someone

So don't mention the war

Don't question where we stand

Know where we fall

North, south, east, where's best?

If head left

It turns out directionless

And needlepoint aside

I always find

Cause I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal

What fools boredom breeds

So much to do

So many goldfish to feed

And paracetamol

I'll take them all

They line my stomach wall

Cause I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal

With customary thirst

I search a water glass

But gin hits first

Oh don't believe the hype

Expectancy

Will always spoil a party

It's tourniquet by crochet

My waters break

Don't drive for pity's sake

Cause I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed - coming second best is close to ideal