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