Day after day love turns grey like the skin on a dying man.
Night after night, I pretend it’s alright,
but I have grown older,
And you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun anymore.
and I… feel… one of my threads going numb
Time after time, we can’t quite reach each other
But I don’t mind . . .there’s always your brother
And I… feel… one of my heads going blonde…
(Hey, I’m tryin’ to rhyme here!)
Esprix
As I start to rub my magic wand…