It's almost a shock
This lint I keep dusting off
Why am I here?
Am I being covered up?
And after being ripped out from what little wall space I found
Small charm that I was for her
I suppose I had to wear off
See our errands slide and through traffic crawl
They're hers more than mine
If they are ever mine at all
But there's nothing I wouldn't do
No trouble ever too much
I'm as happy as a slave
As I can be in a bed apart
That's why I am here you understand
Hold me, disenchanted as I am
What loyalty won't give me
I'm going to take whatever there is in hell I can
By all means philosophise
But if in turning out to be a lengthy term with her
Why say anything at all to her?
A small indiscretion
Is it a break in concentration?
I guess there's no nice way to need to say that it ever happened
I can be in this bed apart
Was never here you understand
Hold me, bastard that I am
What loyalty has got me
I'm going to get whatever there was in heaven she stopped giving me
Look where loyalty has got me
Why should any pretence of a kind be worth keeping?