the room smells of parafine and beer
and durex ultra light
the stains illustrate the scent
we've broken every right
all that's left is bent
The doormat in the doorway smiles
and cries "darling, looking good tonight!"
"we should make babies!"
"i don't know", I said,
"i mean,
high cheekbones
and low self-esteem
we're certainly two of a kind
but who knows if we'll end up together,
i mean, apart from tonight".
So we talk
till there's nothing left but loss
for the both of us
the way we look tonight
doesn't make anything right
and again we realize
as we sit and watch the youth go by
that life goes on, but why.
