Poke

Poke at my iris
Why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don't
We adopt brand-new language
Communicate through pursed lips
And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces

I might never catch a mouse
And present it in my mouth
To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you
But there's one thing we've got going
It's the only thing worth knowing
Has lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon

Why won't our love keel over
As it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow
Or should we kick its cunt in
And watch as it dies from bleeding?
If you don't want to be with me, just say, and I will go, oh

We can change our partners
This is a progressive dance but
Remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor
Well, this has been a reel
I've got shin-splints and a stitch from weed
But like a drunken night, it's the best bits that are colored in

You should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those
If someone took a picture of us now, they'd need to be told
That we had ever clung and tied
A navy knot with arms at night
I'd say she was his sister, but she doesn't have his nose
And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated
But I hate when I feel like this
And I never hated you

Thank you
(Here we fucking go!)
It's really lovely to have you all here with us
So, cheers!