Its almost a shock, this lint I keep dusting off, am I here?
Am I being covered up?
And after being ripped out from what little wall space I had found
Small charm I was for her?
I suppose I had to wear off,
see our errands slide through traffic crawl
There hers more than mine if they were ever mine at all
but theres nothing I wouldnt do
No trouble ever too much
I'm as happy as a slave, as I can be in a bed apart
Thats why I am here, understand?
Hold me, disenchanted as I am
What loyalty wont give me
I'm going to take whatever there is in hell I can
Moralise, by all means philosophis
but if in turning out to be a lengthy term with her
Why say anything at all to her?
A small indiscretion?
Is it a break in concentration?
I guess theres no nice way to need to say that it ever happened
I can be in this bed apart, was never here understand?
Hold me, bastard that I am
What loyalty had got me;
I'm going to get whatever there was in heaven she stopped giving me
Look where loyalty has got me
Why should any pretence of a kind be worth keeping?