RCPS Est. 1969

She
Is just a troubled teen
And you
Are a bit older
And he
Is always on the phone
And you contradictively are too
So dine
Have a glass of wine
Tie a piece of twine around your tongue
To remember that
We have got a lot to do
Before this night is through
All your sisters you
I’m sitting at the peeling table in the St. Joseph’s room in the basement with
the lacquer floor
Thanks mister janitor
I’m counting up the bricks up the wall until I don’t feel sick anymore
As someone’s yawning in the back row
You
Have got your eye on me
Unsurprisingly
Count your blessings, please
Not too tough
Most depressingly
Ask and you’ll receive
And it’s just like you see on TV
Such a beautiful scene