Table Dance

Do a little dance around the table

Tell a little tale about despair

Keep in mind you never had a weakness

Or at least one you never had to share

This is not a story or a fable

Not even substance for a stare

A desperate cry for hope and reason

As feelings catch you unaware

When they've collected all your tragic endings

And they feel that every move you make

You look behind to see the traces

Of your latest mistake

Between the late and early morning

You pull the cover from the chair

And you take the pieces from the package

And you place them somewhere over there

When they've collected all your tragic endings

And they feel that every move you make

You look behind to see the traces

Of your latest mistake

Am I your living proof of purchase?

The sorry notes we do compare

The prickly pear, the shit of season

The overwhelming sense of failure

When they've collected all your tragic endings

And they feel that every move you make

You look behind to see the traces

Of your latest mistake