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

Embroidery leaves me blind



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