There are vestiges of the beautiful hanging like stalactites
In the cave of the rave of you talking shite 
And I walk along the line so the cops know I’m not drunk 
And someone I love tells me I’m in a funk 
And I cannot handle it and go off the rails 
Because I didn’t buy this in the sales 
It’s premium quality fabric and I made it myself 
And that girl tells me that it’s my mental health 
That has me seeing the love and the glow 
In everything God touches and don’t you know 
It’s everywhere that I look 
Did you open the book 
On the subject that I profess
Because I wrote it diligently 
And I left it for you, religiously 
And I’ve known faith, I’ve known prayers 
I’ve known heaven and the stairs 
That will take me there 
But when you stare 
I can’t return the gaze 
So don’t expect me to, just save 
It for the next chick 
I can almost see her lick 
Your cheek with her tongue 
Like she did when you were young 
And I give up 
On the thing that I called love
Coz I saw marriage and babies 
But you just treat me like I have rabies 
And am infectious as hell 
You scream it down the hall as you wish me well 
Running for your life 
Into the arms of your wife 
The one who will defend 
All the stories that you amend 
With an almost made the plot 
Like you almost forgot 
The girl you remember 
I see you next turn of the dial, December