Jane S. Piddy

Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure

The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure

Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall

'Cause you got no one to listen, you got no one to call

And you think I'm curious

Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt

You wanna hear she loves you

But the words don't fit the mouth

You're a loser, a rebel, a cause without

But don't think me callous

Dancing Rosemary, disappearing sister Ruth

It's just your yellow appetite

That has you choking on the truth

You gave in, you gave out, outlived your dreams of youth

And I can't get jealous

So go on, you'll continue with your nose so open wide

Knocking on that door that says hurry come inside

But don't bother to buy insurance 'cos you've already died

And you can't be serious

I saw my reflection in my father's final tears

The wind was slowly melting, San Francisco disappears

Acid heads, unmade beds, and you Woodward world queers

I know you're lonely

I know you're lonely

I know you're lonely

Thanks for your time

And you can thank me for mine

And after that's said

Forget it

Bag it, man