Gas Dance

There she was
Graciously making forever less terrifying
And you've got the nerve to intervene
With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove
And now you want a word

And you washed all the wisdom out your mouth
And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
Quick to scurry back behind the night
To avoid the silent fight and the struggle

There I was
Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream
And it was on the cheek
And you stamp your feet
And I'm moving from bored to appalled by these poignant fumes
That you must inflict

And you washed all the wisdom out your mouth
And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
Someone told me that that stench was called advice
Someone told me that that stench was called advice

Took a solid breath to a little rip
I've got to carry your brooch to cover that hideous stitch
All that grim repair
And we're all upset
See the fear in your cheeks
And I still smell the lies on your breath
And your jokes don't bounce
And you've entered the early stages of bitterness