Watching TV re-runs with red wine
Canned fish smells like cat food
Sobering up to a silent phone
And melancoly notwithstanding
I don't know what I can save you from
Defined by the distance between disses
Forgetting us until you're pissed
I like when you hide in plain light
But why would sell your soul
When nobody's buying
Fuss over fur or faux
Falling for fallacious follies
Finally fled in a flicker of light
For I fake faster than you
Before you think to take flight
