You hold the match still burning up against the palm of your hand

The smell of smoke seeps through the room, the room in which I stand

You don't seem to like the chair that your back is perched against

You don't seem to be that aware

That bit, that bit I understand

And now it's time for you to bed a smile comes across

Green robe covers like a pin soaked in a pennywise pocket gin

You think I'm lucky not to pay the rent, you think I've fallen for a fool

You always were hard on you

That bit, that bit I understand

With watered eyes you look an angel, that bodies shaking through the floor

I know that I've caused all your sorrow I know you should have gotten more

It's not something I ever planned It's not some evil I've had before

There's just one thing I can't understand

Why would you ever want a man