What’s going on
What’s going on
In a betrayer’s head?
I’d rather not know
And have
A glass of champagne instead.
I’d rather choose
Not to choose
Between sleeping tight
And counting your sorries.
I will love it alone like before,
So don’t worry.
It’s so funny
To think about all these
Crazy schemes
You might have prepared
To make everything look
Storybook, but it seems
To me that your destination
Is total and vile isolation.
