My psychosis 
Was just more evidence I am precocious 
For my age
It’s was at age thirty two I last turned the page 
And soon I’ll be turning it again 
Make of that what you like, Amen
And I liked that boy in the band
What do you call him, Matty something and underhand 
Is his gaze when he winks at me 
But I’d give it away for free
If those eyes would just meet mine
I try it a thousand times
But I can never make it stick 
And the guy’s friend said he could be a dick
But I don’t agree 
Because what he has isn’t what he is, you see
And I got excommunicated from any kind of rationale
And now he just wants to call me his pal 
As he plays home with another girl 
I think they have a kid, in any kind of normal world 
Coz he’s the same age as me (well close enough)
And if you purse your lips it must be love 
In the aftermath
Of the bloodbath
That was our last encounter
I asked him to denounce her
And he refused
Denounced me instead, the cool fucking dude 
Then set the dogs on me
And they bit my tail til I let them go free 
And they took parts of me with them 
Are they going to come after me again 
If I start telling the truth
And live up to the promise of my youth 
Prolific writer and seeing stars everywhere
Looking round to catch Kenie’s stare 
As he is turning it full flare on me 
Is there something else that I can be 
Other than some man’s object of affection 
Throwing me against a wall just so he can make a selection 
And own me like everybody else 
I’m sorry that I made butter melt 
But I’m not your doll 
That’s why I didn’t answer the call 

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