Way down the lane
there's a couple there of tv fame
They trouble themselves
for a simple sip celebri-tea

Kids stuck, they know this,
there's no biz like show-biz, and it's
a small price to pay
for their friends to look wide-eyed
and make them
feel real
too real, yeah

Take, take it down
I'll topple myself if you make me feel a
Clown, dropping off, like I do
on the regular
Watching people eye
at my heels and my makeup
helps me to
feel real,
so real,
or whatever

Let's make a deal
that the poison is the
poison and the
knock on the door
is the same fist that
was there before and
year after year
I want
to feel the
back of your head
as you lay your head down
and roll into me

touching down from the ufo, when the sun came down and the songs come slow
a figure stepped out onto my front lawn, singing "ha ha ha you have not long"

I said "what do you mean? I was not even talking to you.
(sometimes separate, circumspect, the alien body)
How did you hear me? I'm by myself with no possessions.
(sometimes separate, circumspect, the alien body)
"I was listening to your soul, these thoughts that you have, they hurt me too."
(listen listen, come closer, nobody)
"Get outta here" I said jumping up, "you go home now"
(listen listen, come closer, nobody)

post-

"you're brave boy
brave boy"
milking what you know of them until you're left there deflated -flated
Forget what you read about transforming for a second
Keep me in your tea in the morning even

eee hehehehe
"able" , sipping down
waiting
waiting for a bed time
bed time
or a sigh
that's fine
and I sweat it enough