Just Mum - The Verlaines

A hint of insecurity

An untouched insecurity

A tragic hero’s flaw and what it brings

And you know as you sleep

How glad you would feel

Not to feel anything… just sleep

Got too many things on my mind

To talk of one at any one time

And I cannot escape this strange disarray

And I make my way to places

Where there’s no conversation

And you talk of vices, you think you’re in the clear

You don’t know the costumes that they wear

Mine’s writing;

yours is fighting your nature

And you don’t know the ins and outs of desire

You don’t know what makes a person tire

Which vice will make them love and which will hate you

I see the chain and where it bites

In all the things that might turn out

At level best we’ll just survive

And the lame dog crawls away

The chained dog waits for light to break

And the question to disobey

Goes down in your boots and there it stays

And there’s blame on your side;

blame on mine

And there’s too many things to talk of at any one time

And you talk of vices, you think you’re in the clear

You don’t know the costumes that they wear

Mine’s writing;

yours is fighting your nature

And you don’t know the ins and outs of desire

You don’t know what makes a person tire

Which vice will make them love and which will hate you