The milkyway’s gotten her feet tongue-tied,

Inside a mess of sodden shoes.


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.