The Celibate Life

The dust from a four-day affair is now landing
All over the floor and your brown legs,
The gold plated legs of my rival,
Whose eyes have no reason to fall.

You've led no celibate life,
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head.
You stole the keys to this ride, and your fables
Are falling tonight.

Because of your struggle to make them
The taste for your past life is fading.
Remember the girls in the middle
Are always the first to fall off.

You've learned to live like a mouse,
Searching the cracks in the walls to remember
All of the dregs of the crowd
You barely recall.

You've led no celibate life,
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head.
You stole the keys to this ride.
You're falling tonight.