Cupid's little loincloth is covered with stains
He pissed himself laughing at that arrow through your brains
What did your love ever do for you, dope?
When the poison is pure, it's the cure for your hope
Revving up your engine down a dead end street
Easy on the throttle, now - we've got to be discreet
I jumped out of the minivan into the rumble seat
Drinking in the vapors and the fainting spells
The cloak & dagger capers and the private hells
You quench your thirst by diving head-first down empty wells
Come now, don't be glum now
What did you expect?
We always knew that someone's home
Was going to be wrecked
And mine was standing fine & dandy
Last time that I checked
Too bad for you
Hubby's getting huffy and the bedroom lights are dim
Do you think you've got the strength to pull me off of him?
Do you think we'll stroll again, phantom limb in phantom limb?
You do, but do I?
If we're through, what do I
released May 29, 2017
Lyrics by Sycamore Smith