She’s left her heart at San Francisco,

And gambled for pity and wine.

You ought to think she’d have cut the line,

But the smoke has set on her eyes.


you’ve been painting Glum on you

My nose never approved of the likes of you,
I felt a riot in my brain,
My conscience split into two.

I thought I’d rather not put up with you,
But Delusion, his eyes,
So filled with delight;

I was despicably daring to fall for you,
Said “He’s got your tail now, Love!”
Couldn’t deny what was true.

Should’ve probably left what was left of you,
But the dirt held me back,
Said to get my hands off the cracks.

No doubt it was then did I see,
How the smoke had aligned with you.

what have we come to?

She was the darling star that danced in his eyes,

A rapture of innocence too divine.

For such a flower, I’d give her the world,

So one day he gave her his eyes.

But what he felt was a trembling hand,

No trace of a smile, no crease at the eyes.

The horror, the terror, the monstrosity of it all!” she cried,

“Take them back, my love. I’d rather be blind.”