Record repeats, past obscenities bleeped
Neglected sown scars unwillingly reaped
Surrounded by happy things that get me through
And all the low-rent tunes that remind me of you

Acceptance, it’s a funny thing
It wears like a tastless iridium ring
Bathwater as filthy as post-war Berlin
But I’m infatuated with the infant therein

Your beloved blather sets you free
You know I let you lie to me
Poetic balony through the gap in your teeth
Don’t you know I let you lie to me?