Tell me when you've had enough
for your cup is full and your plate is piled high
You will lose your looks to the clock
long before you ever thought

So grip your chair with studied grace
and let waves of disdain crash across your beachfront face
I'm just the new guy, but I know there's something wrong
and I can't go on

I might have married
but the celebrant said it would only
end in tears

Now I live beneath the spectre
of self-proclaimed anti-lover
dressed in chandeliers

The waking hours are always yours
The machines all arrayed and prepared for the worst
Your slippered feet cross the marble
lonely boats seeking harbor

Please
Tell me when you've had enough
for the table's cleared and the guests have all retired
I'm just the new guy, I can barely hear their song
something's wrong

I might have married
but the celebrant said it would only
end in tears

Now I live beneath the spectre
of self-proclaimed anti-lover
dressed in chandeliers

© 2002 The Daylight Complex

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