Poke

Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this?

Maybe there is something that you know that I don't?

And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces

I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth

To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you

But there's one thing we've got going and it's the only thing worth knowing

It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon

Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?

We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow

Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding

If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go



Well we can change our partners, this is a progressive dance

But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor

Well this has been a reel, I've got shin-splints and a stitch from we

But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are colored in

Should look through some old photos, I adored you in every one of those

If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told

That we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night

I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose

And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated

But I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you