Let's get all tied up in a knot
Pull it tight, keep it taut
Wrapped up in each other's presence
Til the self is all but lost
Until we're unsure whose tongue is whose
Whose puppet string we've overused
Like married marionettes,
Say, I do,
To our next mess

Do I come off as insolent?
Overblown, arrogant
Do I come off self-important?
Well, to me, I kind of am
If you don't want to watch this wreck
Watch me lose all self respect
I can't say I'd blame you I'll
Blame myself
For my next mess

Sometimes, the world feels like a fist
I'm all choked up in its grip
If there's a reason we exist,
Surely, I've been blowing it
All of our friends are having kids
A new generation of little shits
It's all a bit suspect,
Yet hard to resist
Our next mess

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Tim Kasher